May 16th, 2008
Music of the storm.
It was dead still calm, wet-blanket so’s you couldn’t breathe. Linus, who I swear has the intelligence of an eight-year old, got in my face, yowling something about “Run! Take cover!” and when he’d done his best, he zipped down the stairs to snug up in his favorite dry hidey-hole.
Forty-five minutes later, a giant […]
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