It has either been one or the other.. I guess as far as my mood goes. Sometimes a 45 mile an hour wind is refreshing.. depending on the circumstance. I don't know. It's always wind.. it's always something at least mildly confusing. The tangled web we weave. If everything was the constant calm after the storm, then we as people could not constantly grow.. as far as intellect goes.
My whole talk of natural and unnatural disasters is getting a bit confusing.. even for me. I apologize.
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