It came in the middle of the night–twelve inches of torrential rain. The pounding of the June ninth downpour at times sounded louder than the rumbles of thunder and cracks of lightening. In the darkness, I could not see that the pipe that routed water under my...
The temperature was in the 80’s. Small, light clouds drifted across the sky. And tiny white flakes fell through the air. What? It looked like a micro-snowfall. That, I knew, was impossible. Am I seeing things? Hallucinating? Losing my fragile grip on...
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