I was promised a storm tonight that would make me miss the tin roofs of my childhood. It hasn't started raining yet.
edit: On a serious note I really do love white noise and there's nothing quite like rain on a tin roof.
I was promised a storm tonight that would make me miss the tin roofs of my childhood. It hasn't started raining yet.
edit: On a serious note I really do love white noise and there's nothing quite like rain on a tin roof.
But will life on the East Coast end as we know it, as originally promised?
But will life on the East Coast end as we know it, as originally promised?
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