We are still without power. The estimate is that it will be restored by Tuesday at midnight. This is really getting old!
I haven’t seen any posts in almost a week I think! As soon as power is restored I will have a busy day catching up.
Dark clouds cover the sun. Lights flicker. Trees fall. Wind. Rain. Sun. Now there is only sun.
We shelter within
Masked world becomes one alone
Signs of a new day
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