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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 Lacksonen5 days ago in Fiction
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There’s a deep sadness beneath the brevity, suggesting rejection before identity has a chance to form. The emotional weight feels heavier because it’s left unspoken.
Oooo, this is a good one!
Very clever!
Brilliantly-crafted & fierce! 💪🏾🎉
Oooo, this was very intriguing. Loved it!
Creepy
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