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This morning the flames of hell whip up and burn a little hotter. Warm air rises and cools. Clouds form overhead. The horizon sits like black eyeliner under a rolling grey and yellow sky. Northernly winds push in. I think a storm is on its way.
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ReplyDeleteTristy, perhaps it your turn for hospital.
ReplyDeleteYesterday was a long, HARD day... I will tell all this afternoon. Sorry for the wait, but it'll be worth it...
ReplyDelete(Apology between postboys - a couple of you will get that joke! haha) X