And the thunder rolls.. and rolls... and keeps on rolling

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The constant slap-scrape of tennis shoe on hard-packed dirt. Painful grasping of air and the pull of weary muscle. Around and around we go. Slap-scrape, gasp, surge. Lightning flashes brilliant purple and white across the inky sky. Growling thunder rolls and rumbles.2

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The streetlights flicker. Confused by the constant flashes of light. To stay on? or wink out? There is no rain. A sudden quiet stills the static. Our eyes blink and scramble for the non-existent light. And we are thrown into emptiness. 6

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Hoots and hollers fill the void and flashlights emerge from hidden pockets. Beings venture forth as if they will be able to see why the electircity has gone into hiding. Unknown to us at the moment but the entire island is in the same pitched wakefulness. 16 hours of no electricity.10

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