Recalled in Tranquility

Can I mourn you now? Now that I have raged until all that was left was a strange new calm? Can I begin now to speak of what you meant to me throughout it all?

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The Coming of the Storm

As the first wail of electric guitar splits the air, a surge of excitement shakes its way through my sluggish veins. Drought or not, it is time to transcend.

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