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The hour before a thunderstorm
There's a specific stillness that settles in just before the first crack of thunder. The air feels like it's holding its breath, and everything goes a shade darker green. I've been sitting out on the porch for the last twenty minutes, just letting it wash over me — no thoughts, no plans, just that silence.
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