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You know that bright sunlight I was talking about? There's a full halo around the sun out there. There's a fat chemtrail slicing it in half, from over the Pacific and stopping just above my house. The sky is filling up with milkiness. It's not clouds. It's not fog. It's not ice. It's not cold. It's manmade. Everyone's oblivious. I'm hopping up and down.
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IT'S NOON, OKAY?
You never see the dogs until the sun is lower, but you never see the full halo either. It's there, big as heck, with billows of toxic particulates slashing it.
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They just dumped a few feet of water on us and they are going for more.
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