Batton Down The Hatches

Write a weather forcast for your day tomorrow.

The past couple of days have been deceitfully clear, hiding storms that may knock over a house of cards without warning.  The sun has been shining, but the atmosphere wreaks of changing winds and a time of cleansing.  Make sure you have you have your hatches battoned, she might be a doozie.  I wouldn't under estimate any storm that might hit without warning.  They seem to destroy the most things in their path.



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