In anticipation of the storm

boarded-up.jpg Awaiting Ivan... I plan on sleeping through the storm at hand. The calm that precedes is the content of the remedy of the feature of the dream I'm in. Counter-clockwise and northward bound, underneath skies of overcast gray and undercast sound, yet to echo in the crashes of the math. Untoward, unfound, released and let down in the gales of pale charcoal and stark clouds full of flashing lights and walls of barometric pressure soon to decide what is to become of me and my friends.

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Published:
9/16/2004 02:51:00 PM
by Benji