The storm lit up the clouds.
The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Lightning strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment.
That last strike is me.
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
beautiful
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Thank you!
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so beautifully written
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Thank you!
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My absolute pleasure
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Concise and powerful!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome!
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