storm
after a hot day.
a good wash of wind
and rain.
the trees
are dancing.
the paparazzi are out
in full
force
lighting up
the sky.
drum roll, please.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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