A shift in the atmosphere, a transition, provocative this one.
A twisting angry wind grabbed hold, refusing to let go.
Should have been seconds, maybe minutes, never hours or days without a reprieve.
We were all different after those winds blew in. The air was clean but changed.
Never again did we look at one another the same.
Sometimes the storm comes from within – sometimes it’s a literal storm. It’s amazing how strengthened we are after surviving either of these. Penny for your thoughts…
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