Ahh, Storm-Queen...full of boundless, untamable, incomprehensible beauty, why dost thou draw us to thee with the guile and allure of a flat, trackless blue sea, then turn us inside and out when beyond sight of land with furious wind-whipped, storm-tossed grey waves, wrenching and twisting our feelings, running the gamut of human emotion from desolation to ecstasy, until we break through the ken of human understanding to the point where it seems we can take no more, then delivering us safely back to shore with nary a scratch wondering where on earth did that beautiful storm go! I want to be back in the eye of the hurricane! The beauty, it blinds me, 'tis such a pain behind the eyes!!
Ehm..sorry, I think I had double my daily dosage of Prozac this morning...
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