As I sit here, staring at the calm before the storm,
I contemplate the thoughts racing through my mind.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Watching.
Waiting for the thunder to come crashing through.
Waiting for the lightening to split the sky.
Watching the wind roar through the trees.
Watching the clouds roll on through.4
A cacophony of events leading up to each and every storm that rolls this way.
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Jacie: a full-time college student studying Biology and writing. She is a normal 19 year old, learning the rules of life, experiencing the ups and downs, and learning from her mistakes like anyone else. She understands the importance of learning, observing, and living. Here you will find a recollection of her thoughts and opinions, based on her everyday life experiences.
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