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In darkness
and in silence
the old life is heard breathing.
Tears undried
patches the gaps in memories.
Only words
said beneath the stars and the moon.
About the Creator
Katheleen
Just what is wholly unsayable.
Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen6 days ago in Fiction
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