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Something is shifting just beneath the surface and I can feel the weight of the changes it brings with it. I cannot tell whether the tidings it brings are joyful or menacing, but I sense them just the same.

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The air is still heavy with humidity and the great of summer, though autumn lurks only days away. The storms roll through with anger and fury on their tongues and I watch as they pass on by leaving my steps untouched and dry.