It is possible for a rainstorm to destroy without some crazy cloud. Breaking outside, resonating in our past. Leaves can still scatter without much effort, branches hit your roof. The worst can happen without warning, and a lack of warning will always make things worse. A blinking message, an unlocked door, lipstick. These small devastations can be boats through trees. It is difficult to pick yourself up, it is difficult to keep walking, breathing can become an impossibility. No man is an island, to be sure. No, we are all on a bridge, suspended over the greatest ocean, untold distance from the nearest land, and no recollection of when or where it was we started walking.
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