Summer solstice to end the never ending June, Everyone was up for a run and everyone up for a chase. Dusk was not anytime soon and the darkness took over the airspace. Clouds rushing over the early moon and the mighty wind growing its pace. Thunder, the only music and sparks before every tune, Harvests whirling up to touch the blue, wearables are no more over the lace. A storm afar I could see, across the far visible dune, Approaching towards our town leaving the city with no trace. A storm afar I could see.....
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