Right now, there are thunderstorms sweeping through Alabama. I remember sitting on the front porch swing as a kid when the storms would come in. The electric air would roar through and bend the tops of the trees. The smell was fresh and new. The sky was a deep, dark gray. The earth shook. I hoped that it would last forever.
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That sounds like perfection…
hey, you still in california? Affected by the fires where you are???
Hope you doing alright!