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April 2012
…a change in the winds….a change of fortune. For now the adversary has fled. But above the skies are quickly filled with dark clouds. The smell of rain is the air. I can hear the distant crashing of the waves and the wind is whipping across my face. Flashes of lightning light up the sky, while a deep thunderous murmur sends chills to my bones. It forbodes the inevitable…. a storm is coming
