There was a storm. Hail, wind, rain.
It came fast. Soul-o hid under the bed. I felt a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, securing the cover on the wood and fighting my way to the door.
Just clowning around to keep it light.
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There was a storm. Hail, wind, rain.
It came fast. Soul-o hid under the bed. I felt a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, securing the cover on the wood and fighting my way to the door.
Just clowning around to keep it light.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung