It was sticky and thick most of the morning and then, boom, a sky rattling thunderstorm rolled through town. It rained so hard, and thundered so loud, that it was exhilarating. The storm clouds were so dark and heavy that at noon the street lights kicked on like magic.
Flies really are gross, eh?
Look at those weird pad feet and buggidy red eyes. Lots of enlightened folks can see beauty in every bit of nature - me - not always. Yet, I know I am going to make some big, old gross glass fly beads.
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