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The Storms Resolve

In response to Weeds and Wildflowers writing prompt “Surviving the Storm”

It comes rolling in like a forgotten memory. Hovering about in the sky to remind us that sunny days don’t last forever, the storm will not be ignored, it deserves its time of day. Its growl is low in its chest, a verbal warning of its capabilities. It can be felt like a caress of a purring kitten or a roar of a territorial lion, the energy of the brewing storm calling…

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Stories of Dennett (Wildflower) & Ben (Weed) & Our Guests

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Aissa Martell

NYC down to earth diva. Creative writer, and professional freelancer

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