Tag: branches
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a tornado, two corpses, and a leather sofa
Inside the house, people are starting to panic. The sky outside is dark and green, the wind bending the trees to almost impossible angles. We can hear the sirens and, in a house this old, there is no safe place . . . every room has windows, the elderly frame flexes and creaks in the…
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flames, new and old
[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated June 16th, 1998] …and, somehow, in my dreams I hear a huge crash — metal and glass — ignoring it, I dream on… …a flickering light from outside — flash of orange through the blinds — send me up to the window,…