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Occasional musings from the world of Dinkers

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Safety in the Storm.

March 15, 2017

The wind howled all night. Not like the wolf whose lone cry pierces the silence in staggered bursts, but constant, screaming her anger on the world, ceaseless on her search for destruction.

Tiny grains of frozen rain hammered the glass, desperate to find purchase & solace from it's frenzied dance.

I lay awake, listening, warmth and comfort resting against my body, the soothing bliss of feather & cotton. And, snuggling in the crook of my arm, lay a tiny Dinker bear, soft and warm, oblivious to the raging storm rampaging across his once home, now safe.

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