She told me was a storm, and she meant to warn me. Storms are unstoppable, natural, ferocious. I should be scared. But in her eyes I saw a light that no storm could hide. And so all I heard was that she was unstoppably, naturally, ferociously inevitable

She told me was a storm, and she meant to warn me. Storms are unstoppable, natural, ferocious. I should be scared. But in her eyes I saw a light that no storm could hide. And so all I heard was that she was unstoppably, naturally, ferociously inevitable

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