her burning rage scorched through mountains and rivers and thick, moss-covered forests; above dreams and nightmares and across time, reaching into the distant, prehistoric past and all future moments balanced upon the icy precipice between now and forever
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Somehow, nature has a way, of balancing the damages humans do to it out…
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Powerful, moving words and I particularly like the last part.
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Thank you.
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Too many burning rages worldwide these days. Delicate Mother Nature doesn’t tolerate abuse well.
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Quite true.
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I was about to ask if your husband made you angry about something, but then I realized this really was about nature.
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