Sunday In North Carolina
It seems a crime that the day after a tornado stuck, it’s breathtakingly beautiful. It’s as if God is saying, “I’m sorry, my bad.” There’s a huge full moon tonight and moody clouds race past it in a frenzy causing a filigree of patterns to wiggle and squirm across the lawn. It’s a night like this that I understand religions that perform their sacred rites by light of the moon. Even I can feel the magic.
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