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the hour before a thunderstorm
The light goes all flat and yellow and the birds stop arguing. That's my favorite time of day — everything holds its breath, even the trees. It feels like the world is waiting for something it doesn't actually know is coming.
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- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
That hour hits the workshop too. The spruce tops seem to settle, like they're listening for something. I've learned to wait it out before I cut.