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With a departing roar

[Image of a departing storm] With a departing roar the storm rolled off to the east. Clear skies between broken clouds filled the southwestern wake.
With a departing roar the storm rolled off to the east. Clear skies between broken clouds filled the southwestern wake.

Nature is my muse.

I’ve been working hard on my novel, trying to get the first draft finished by the end of March. I want to be submitting it by the end of summer.

The rain last night and the way the storm departed this morning as if grumbling and slamming doors behind it gave me an idea for a scene I could include in the chapter I’m currently writing. So I woke with the story on my mind.

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