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The rumble turned into a growl and the growl into a roar, the roar a bellow, and the light flashes exposed the sky. We let the rain envelop us from behind the safety of glass and cuddled under our blanket, but our toes remained exposed, battling each other, dramatized by the earth screaming out proof of her existence.  

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