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  • The Great Tornado

    The Great Tornado

    She knows the winds in the circles of all that’s around her. The funnel is as twisted as the screaming man on the wall                  hanging in the serenity of white space,                           crosses and orbs flying up like                              zephyr elms.  Her face                               breaching its anvil.                            Her little brick house                              pirouetting…