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The sound of the storm was deafening. I remembered my grandmother once telling me that thunder was God, rearranging his furniture, but at that moment he could have been tearing his whole house down. As I stood under the tree, I th…
Mrs. K
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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My mom used to tell me the same :)
🦋 Writer of raw, open, honest fact & fiction - always about life. | Owner: Serial Stories & The Patient's Voice | Editor: Tantalizing Tales 🦋
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