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7:15 this morning I was headed east in my car. Behind me was a wall of dark clouds. The wind was picking up and the new breeze had a bite of cold to it. The cloud bank felt ominous and I kept looking over my shoulder to make sure nothing was coming after me out of that front. My poor little mortal self wanted to crawl into my den and cover the entrance with brush. Have fun peoples. Death is upon us.