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I spy a storm on the horizon. I do not know if it will reach the shore or if it will turn in a different direction. Most likely I think that it will reach the shore. But when it attains the coast, I do not know how much or how little destruction it may bring. It may bring massive destruction it may only break a branch. There is really nothing I can do to avoid the storm or decrease the dammage it does. But I am uncomfortable seeing the storm, on its way. So many things left unknown, so many things out of my control. I can only watch and wait, as the storm approaches, and wonder at the dammage it will do.I am still uncomfortable. The cold wind that announces the approaching storm whips my face with its icy fingers. It is an uncomfortable feeling being whipped in the face by icy fingers. I am uncomfortable yet I am more worried about the storm. I sigh and tell myself there is nothing I can do to change the storm, I guess we will just see what happens. |
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