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thunder (and hurricane popcorn)
the sky, thickly veiled in white smoke, gradually darkened. i paced the house, obsessively looking out the window as the wind picked up,...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Aug 8, 20212 min read
perpetual motion
Walking along an ice rink road riddled with puddles, there is a whisper in the air; an undercurrent. Spring is not here yet in the north...
coffeeandwoodsmoke
Mar 8, 20183 min read
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