Lightning
Standing under 54,000 degrees Fahrenheit
For several hours, Wednesday evening: high winds and waggling trees. Grapevines outside my borrowed cottage got whacked. All the bluster yanked my socks off the laundry line and tossed them in the dirt.
As I wrote here last week, I’m currently attending an artist retreat in Eastern Europe. On Tuesday, …
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