Jo Withers

Stardust

There was a monumental storm the night you died. Lightning laser beams tore viciously through the peace of your passing with the rhythmic chaos of disco lights, illuminating Earth as you left it. Our ears rang with a disjointed orchestra of noise, rousing thunder, drumming rain, and shrieking wind…

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