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The storm that taught me to listen
Just got back from a long drive through the panhandleânothing dramatic, just a slow-moving supercell that didnât produce tornadoes but made the sky scream in shades of bruised violet and gold. I parked near an old grain silo, turned off the engine, and sat in silence for nearly an hour. The rain came in waves, not sheetsâeach one a different rhythm. I realized I hadnât truly listened to a storm in years. Not like that. It wasnât about chasing or capturingâit was about letting it pass through me. Felt like something cracked open, small but real.
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