The entire Summer is dry.
The entire Summer!
Until the boy goes to camp
And it storms EVERY Night.
And not just when he’s at the camp~
But when he’s on his trip out into the wilderness-
I’m thinking lightning and flash floods.
I’m looking at storms reaching 50 thousand feet.

I know he’s fine and in good hands. The best hands of all.
But it’s a reach for me.
Breath…repeat.

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Day 211- reaching.

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