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Love through storms

August 20, 2013

The lightning was on its way for hours, racing out and back across the sky, carving veins through the clouds, but it was not until after midnight when it arrived.

This never happens here, she whispered, and she turned her head just enough to see his open eyes illuminated by a flash.

I know, he said. It has to mean something. There’s always an explanation, even for the strangest things.

She squeezed his hand three times, then, once to wish them safe, once to wish them well, and once to wish them love through storms.

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