22-4-19
I said: I’m afraid of this storm.
You said: Once I was in a valley. Lightning struck. I couldn’t see, and my mouth filled with rotten eggs. The horses bolted. Stop being scared. It doesn’t help.
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Sarah Papple
I said: I’m afraid of this storm.
You said: Once I was in a valley. Lightning struck. I couldn’t see, and my mouth filled with rotten eggs. The horses bolted. Stop being scared. It doesn’t help.
112/365