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august 23, 2001 the heavens have opened up and drenched me while thunder shakes me to the bones.
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more words... even though i would rather have summer in august, there is something almost magical about an summer thunderstorm. as though the entire world has taken a break to just let itself loose from all the storms brewing on its edges, let everything out in one gigantic moment of weather.
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