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The clearing from the Storm


  Here in the wild west we can see trouble approaching. We think because we can see for hundreds of miles that we have it all worked out.   If you cant see the change coming those with barometric sensititives can feel it coming.    Hang around long enough in a small town and all the skills of the tribe become apparent, and sensitivites are often the skill.

It takes a village, because a village has a spectrum of influence to offer. In every storm there are those that ride the rapids, and those that seek shelter.

I have always been one to provoke the thunder. I watch those clouds loom over our heads with no plans to quench our needs, and taunt them to surrender their burden. Innocent enough until you have been lashed by the strike of fate.

So now I wait for the storm clearers, the ones who see where the ruts and grooves funneled the challenge. Their assessment can take days or weeks, but soon enought the true impact will be understood.


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