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Storm Calm followed by mist and rain precedes the storm. Sounds of bullets dropping on the rusted tin roof of the barn. Rolling thunder slowly sweeps the largest pasture beating a rhythm on her drum. Whispers of wind find cracks between the boards, whistle their mournful tune. Lightning flashes brilliantly in midnight eyes.
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