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Storm Clap

TStorm Claphe thunder’s groans grew in like an old ivy plant. Patient and longing. Each distancing seconds of movement pulled to a hold.  The loud strikes of lightening that sang through the green sky, parted mouths in an exclamation of wonder. Illuminating past fears and frights – only to be settled by the gap between the earth and the moon.

Writing and Photo by A. Writes 


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