Winter Loses Shape
and other unwilling redecorations
By Lisa HPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Bent over, last meals
I saw her hands turn dark blue
Brave - she closed her eyes.
About the Creator
Lisa H
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
Thank you so much for all the support!
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."
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