“I was at a place in my life where the clouds rolled up their sleeves and flared up their nostrils and blew out a sneeze that violently ripped through the trees. Smacking the leaves so hard that they froze in mid-air before falling to the ground, where they found their final resting place.”

“I was at a place in my life where the clouds rolled up their sleeves and flared up their nostrils and blew out a sneeze that violently ripped through the trees. Smacking the leaves so hard that they froze in mid-air before falling to the ground, where they found their final resting place.”

— Alma Fisher