Distant rumbles and flashes of light threatened from the northern sky but the rain and wind never harkened our porch.
The light from the sun found ways, still, to seep around the edges of the impending storm.
Tomorrow will come -even if the impending storm only threatens. I wish I could tell you that tomorrow was the worst of our days, but the brutal truth remains that tomorrow is just like every other day. Lightening and thunder warn us about tomorrow, marking the sky at which she marveled, but it is really just like the 1094 other days we've navigated without our girl.
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