NaPoWriMo Eighth Post

It came from the south advancing in waves crashing against the mountains, retreating, and moving on. It buffeted the trees and the grasses and the birds flying high or low could not escape the crush of the moment. It moved alongside the traffic, now pummeling against, now swiping left or right, and the cars dodged […]

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