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For the last fifteen minutes or so it has sounded as though God were rolling his recycling bin out his driveway. At moments it also sounds almost as though he's firing off his shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, but the sound stretches into the sound of those rolling plastic wheels on the cosmic tarmac. It's been thick gray up there mostly for the past several days, which is fine with me. I don't like the sting of the sun or the heat at all and it's been in the mid to high sixties this whole time. Perfect.
But, actually, maybe they're nuking Grants Pass or it's the guns out there in the Naval practice range.
I was lost in revery from an image. The three Germans holed up against a bombing raid just sort of shot all the heartbreak from war roaring into my intergalactic spaces. I think of the gorgeous courage and the shattered love, the killing, the deaths of so many better futures... and the sky starts sounding like the onset of more.
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One hour later, the noise is still constant, and closer. My house is rattling.
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The rolling thunder kept up for two hours, followed by a quick downpour.
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