microburst lostgirl broken chairs fallen trees gate torn off its hinges several thousand leaves six candles two umbrellas and four acrylic wine goblets all swimming in the frigid water branch on the table grass in the sink mulch in the sealed ice maker? i behold mother nature's wrath and shake my head as i reflect upon her foresight. she can seriously shake up some shit, can't she? but then again, so too, can we. (paint_me_a_quiet_world) 100926 what's it to you? who go blather from