Snowden: Storms, Wind, Rainbows and Buffalos
July 8th 2011 Darkness formed around me. Like an apocalyptic vision, the late afternoon sunshine faded and great, black, mountainous clouds grew above. The clouds swirled and expanded until, in one great release, a single streak of lightning launched itself to the ground, hopefully smiting some layabout who happened to be stealing lead from a church roof at the time. I felt, just for a few seconds, that I wa
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