Encroaching upon us is the storm. It's winds and rain pour down, as we seek to aproach the eye, to cross it and help those beyond.
Hurricanes can kill.
But I've seen a baby live.
This is when things, for me, REALLY start to pick up. This is a smoother stroll into the action then my last attempt. And you soon get to see my favorite expression so far. It's on the page I'm working on, No. 21. I think I'll end chapters at either 30 or 25.
Input?
Say, put 'Bacon' in your post if you actually read that.
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