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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Storm.

I can hear its coming; The early signs of its procession; despite the distance. The storm, in all its grandeur and magnificence, is on its way. Lightning, striking in his golden suit led the way; Rain, dressed in blue and silver, followed suit, equally breathtaking. The occasional flash of electric, reminded me of a photographer,

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