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Day Two Hundred Twenty Three Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

No sun this morning. In fact, what light there was, has diminished and gone out.  

A storm is coming. But what kind?

As I throw myself in the lee of a palm I see a rising tide of sand.

About rwoz2

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

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