The elements raged.
Graupel pelted the Lake.
And the wind lifted heavy wooden furniture off of someone’s dock.
So poetic, Alistair. Adirondacks, of course.
Chairs afloat. Dear me. In Riondel it was trees a-snapping and an explosion of wood chips outside the library window.
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So poetic, Alistair. Adirondacks, of course.
Chairs afloat. Dear me. In Riondel it was trees a-snapping and an explosion of wood chips outside the library window.