Blue Mesa |
There is a change in the air, I can feel it. The strong gusts of wind carry the smell of rain, the dust that has settled in the smallest corners is raised and the leaves of the thirsty bushes wriggle at the sound of the coming water. No doubt, the storm is no longer far away.
The sky begins to roar, the sound of thunder echoes throughout the entire valley, and the lightning...
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