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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Tornado


Close to 4:00 p.m. today, my company announced we were to go to our "safe place". A tornado warning. No, my daughter gets out of school at 2:45. She had been waiting there for me for awhile now. I grabbed my things, told the receptionist, "I have to go get Beth". The storm was horrific. I could not see. I had no idea where my vehicle was heading. The rain came down in sheets. My SUV was blowing everywhere. I called for my angels, "Please surround my vehicle and get me safely to my daughter". Suddenly, there were large waters upon the road. I discovered "flash water flooding". My whole vehicle was consumed. Again, I called out, "Please surround my angels to get me to my daughter safely". As the tornado sirens were piercing, I drove through it. I picked up my daughter and we managed home. As soon as I got home, I turned on the t.v. to see where the "tornado" had touched down right where I was. My son called. There was only music and chanting on the other end. He later called to tell me that he was in class. An Indian group were there dancing and chanting. Knowing that my great grandmother was full blooded Cherokee Indian, he knew I would enjoy listening. Yes, my great grandmother was full blooded Cherokee. My angels. What a day!
After the storm today I went outside to check on my flowers. The light which shined was my solar light. It would not photograph. Had to add "flash" to grab this picture. The picture before was only of the solar light.

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