calm before the storm

        the stillness is palpable as a snowstorm approaches I feel the same excitement as when I was young    

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      our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn hot and stuffy in summer freezing cold in winter we listened to Beatle records over and over again on a dusty turntable    




      the sweet scent of oranges warm yellow walls her curtains were gingham like the aprons she sewed        


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