Just Another Conversation

The weather Gods are frantic with their hailstorm task. The bouncy-ball-sized ice smash downwards through the flashing clouds. It’s a surprise they don’t crash into each other. I guess that’s why they are the Gods….

This Place I Know

What a familiar view! This place I know. Do you? Early evening silhouetting, orangey-pink sun is setting, Lights sparkling, on show, the whole town a warm glow, Coming alive, so strong, night-time liquor and happy…

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