A cloud
of dust swirls in the wind. Gold and red
glint in the sun. She watches the specks
fly with an organized chaos. Fear and fascination
ties her to the ground, staring at the swirling dust moving faster and
faster. The sky is almost tinted green
and the dust sweeps the land in a beautiful spiral. The specks grow larger to the point where
branches and leaves join the mass. The
cloud of dust continues to grow and move with intense speeds. Still the woman stands still. Standing and looking, but not truly seeing
what’s in front of her eyes. The dust is
about one mile wide, taking in large debris, and raging in an endless
twister. The tornado approaches.
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