I have recurring dreams of tornadoes. And if you know me, you know that I'm quite afraid of tornadoes. I don't have time to go in to it here, or now. But I frantically seek a place to hide. My hiding place, to protect me from the wrath that tornadoes like to bring alongside them.
I don't know what to make of this.
It's not what I'm running from. It's what I'm running to.
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