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Storm
Last night’s storm came as an opera for the skies, the instruments determined to sing out, the trees and grasses as their percussion. Even the rain came in orchestrated rhythm, appearing as the master of the scene yet arriving on unheard cue. The wind played incessantly, as if it had been restrained for some time, a force strong and determined to outrun any chaser. The sound of it was a strange song, as if howling yearned for a melody. Mesmerized, I watched the trees join in the unfolding scene. Nature, in its quintessential wisdom, provided me with an insight.
great strength is within
force far greater than any
storm one encounters
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Sara Etgen-Baker
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