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2006-05-22 - 6:08 p.m. The first thunderstorm of the year. Fitting I suppose. The ground soaks. The mayday tree, fresh in it's brief bloom, slowly weeps its delicate pedals to the ground. Leaves bristle sharply as the foreboding thunder grumbles towards. I will miss you dear kitty. Nature took you, now it helps you on your way. Goodbye. |
