
White and gray clouds seemed to tangle in the hot breeze as we climbed into cooling branches, hoping for a reprieve from summer heat waves. The sky was sewing seeds of rain and the thunderstorm was coming. Streams of lightning teeth bleed into the dark sky and we begin to think that a tree is not the boon of safety we hoped. We tried to time our get away between the bright streaks and made it safely to the cabin porch.
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Oh so nicely done Cheryl
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re welcome
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