storms

  • Strange; How the Night moves…

    Up and waiting for the storms to begin. I need this. There’s something linking my spirit and its need to absorb cool rainfalls. Those Black Irish roots long for a home they never knew. In my travels, the two places where I felt my vibrations sync the most with those of the surrounding land were…

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  • Storms tonight, Dallas…

    The old-school lock on my cheap library will outlast our power grid.

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