Charmed Chaos
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Morning Storm
Daybreak comes with an ominous ink stain painted on the morning sky. The wind is silent and still, as if the earth is holding its breath waiting for the impending assault. No birds singing; rather perching close to one another in the dense shelter of the Mesquite. I watch it unfold from the warmth of my writing room, as the sky at last cries.
eerie thunderstorm
sinister lightning slithers
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Wow, Linda! This is fabulous. I’m totally drawn in by the magnificence of the storm! Well done. ❤
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Thank you Colleen!
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Delightfully written, your words gave a precious image and feeling.
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Thank you so much!
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Extremely descriptive! Well done Linda! ☺❤
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Thank you Walt. 😊❤️
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You are very welcome .☺❤
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i love thunderstorms and will stay up with them – this was skin tingling Linda – very good
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Thank you!
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Very well described and written. Waiting for the storm to break. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you!
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Thank you so much Colleen!
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Lovely Haibun, Linda! 😀
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Thank you Vashti!
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You’re welcome. Have a great week!
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You too!
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