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| The word fell from the sky like a leaf, but it wasn’t a leaf—it was delight, delight to be alive. Ironic, as the word struck him like lightning. A delight that he had friends and family, a steady job, despite the turbulence that accompanies these key life elements. And yet he did feel fright to fight with the night but not to take a bite of a like-minded Mike?! You see, when a word falls from the sky, you'd best be prepared for the rhythm of the thunder that is to follow: a steam roll cacophony of abrasive syllables and phonemes that will rock a stadium. Perhaps a lull in the storm would land later. |