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Outside, the stormclouds gathering
Hello, tornado warning in Lexington. That's unusual.
(I was called home from the library: into a smoky green storm-coming sky, lightning cracking pink-hot through it. I love storms. I write poems about them. The wind rising upstairs is astonishing.)
ETA: Lightning you can read by. Sweet.
(I was called home from the library: into a smoky green storm-coming sky, lightning cracking pink-hot through it. I love storms. I write poems about them. The wind rising upstairs is astonishing.)
ETA: Lightning you can read by. Sweet.