DAYS OF fire and brimstone

Sometimes it just happens. You wake up and the whole world is topsy-turvy. Something is just out of kilter. You don’t know what it is, but it is rubbing you up the wrong way.

You know how it goes. You get up and do your usual rise-’nshine stuff, like opening the curtains. But one of them won’t budge. You give it a tug. And then another. And then you lose it. A

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