When the worst wind blows

It is then, our worlds are washed away and our home is shrink wrapped sheets of plastic. It's then, we shelter from hula hooping trees and the flying biting debris. It's then, during that reaping sabbath, we prostrate and bear witness. What ghostly groans and whispers, is that banshee wailing? Perhaps they're reminders of what we ignore, in our social selfies.

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