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| Weather by � arhllm Sleeping under my desk thunder crashing all around. Sun's shining snows flying doggy wimpers heard above the powwow drums beat playing through the speakers. I stretch invading your space, giving comfort to your puupy brained fear of the crescendoing storm that runs its circular course ebbing and flowing out and away from the valley we call home. This just done and yes the dog is on my foot the sun is out the snow is floating and the thunder has rumbled its last rumble and here comes the soft rain to clean up all the rest. Andy |