Whither thunderstorm?
Where dwells instability?
The night most humid.The sky, most bloody
heat poured from sun as it plunged
into the thick night.The dense breeze rustles
I’m listening for thunder
The sky is quiet.
Seeking?
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Nearly every man who develops an idea works at it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then gets discouraged. That’s not the place to become discouraged
— Thomas EdisonThe Cat Cam
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