In Stillness

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Kind of fitting, in this stillness sitting; as rolls of thunder started hitting. Blinding flashes of lightening, but not a drop is spitting. Not even the slightest breeze, to stir the faintest of the leaves, or the dead weight of such humidity. With the thundering roar in such a 'freeze'. So black, the figures of the stillest trees. When such calm of nights of great light and thunder, fills one with such vibes of wonder.

joannecampbell