A storm was brewing. But the sun was going to shine brightly for a split second before the skies opened and let the hail reign. The little ones waited patiently in the dark corners of the building. Upon the hail hitting the ground, they would dance up a fireball. For now, first, the sun had to come out. There is always an order to upcoming chaos.

She rode up to the gate and entered the code. She signaled to the skies above and readied her body. She would no longer be a mystery to the others. Her time has come.
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Evocative. And a great sentence: There is always an order to upcoming chaos.
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ah, thanks 🙂 saturday cheers!
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“Her time has come.” Love the positive thought. Reminds me of Planet Love by the Dylans. Indeed my time has come.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzNMReCvxCI
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hadn’t heard of that song. very cool. Thanks for sharing that 🙂
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