I refuse to watch the news.
The hype is exasperating.
I am quietly praying for those in harm’s way.
It is gusty here.
The chimes are singing. The trees are dancing.
My head knows something is coming.
I know not whether it is inner ear or cerebrospinal fluid.
The tide in my head is shifting.
I wait outside in the wind.
Whatever comes will come.
No technology needed.
I feel it.
FLO
floweralley 
Stay safe, Flower. The hot breath of Juracan is what you are feeling.
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I will throw flowers and vodka into the wind. No. I will drink the vodka.
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That’s for Pele! Though I bet she is pissed about the hurricanes in Hawaii!! Maybe you should just put the flowers in the vodka and drink that. Non toxic, only, got Nasturtiums or Pansies? Squash?
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Well said!
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Stay safe.
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I have been thinking about my blogger friends in that area. I hope everyone is well.
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Our eastern parts of the Carolinas are taking a long pounding. The eye is slowly sneaking across the state. My heart goes out to folks, flora and fauna in its path.
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