Synaptic Tangent

Monday, June 27, 2011

Storms

Everything here's flooding. Storms every other night.

Crazy weekend. Lots of going out, lots of drinks, lots of talks, lots of dancing, lots of fun, lots of everything.

There was a moment in a storm. And it was like something out of a book. It was unique, not anything but itself. Nothing more than a moment, but it was in the storm, and I'll always remember it that way. In the storm.

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