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ffloSo it's suddenly dark out there, greenish deep gray, and rumbly, and the air in here feels strangely cool.
Friday afternoon at the office is a whole thing for me, it seems. Storms are exciting, though, in a good way. Diverting. Helping hold me in the moment. Embrace, enfold, gently hug me in the moment.
I still don't understand what I still don't understand, which is a why, and sometimes I can't stop thinking how it's not right. [Complicated emoticon that hasn't been invented yet, and the wish for a co-inventor.]
I reckon the latest David Zinn is probably almost washed away already, from the sidewalk out front. He was out there drawing it about 22 1/2 hours ago. Knowing full well, one can bet, that this little fella would be especially ephemeral:
Friday afternoon at the office is a whole thing for me, it seems. Storms are exciting, though, in a good way. Diverting. Helping hold me in the moment. Embrace, enfold, gently hug me in the moment.
I still don't understand what I still don't understand, which is a why, and sometimes I can't stop thinking how it's not right. [Complicated emoticon that hasn't been invented yet, and the wish for a co-inventor.]
I reckon the latest David Zinn is probably almost washed away already, from the sidewalk out front. He was out there drawing it about 22 1/2 hours ago. Knowing full well, one can bet, that this little fella would be especially ephemeral:
