I felt her an hour before she arrived. I listened to the hum of her low distant rumbles draw near. I smelled her moments before she was on top of me. Not as strongly as some, just faint as though she would not last long. And I heard her through the tree tops when she began to spill. Now I wait for her here just inside, sitting with the door opened wide and my seat pulled to its threshold. She rumbles on as she hovers here. I think she plans to stay awhile.
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