the storm
brings out the candles.
the flashlights.
the blankets.
pour a drink. find the couch
in the dark,
lie back
and listen to the wind.
we're not alone
in this.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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