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Day Two Hundred Eighteen Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

Wakened out of a sound sleep by a thunderous explosion. I stood and looked up towards the moon. It appeared to be weeping. Flaming objects filled the sky, falling to the horizon.

Then I did wake up and realized it was all a dream.

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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