Tornado Girl

The wind blew past her.

Hair floating like water.

The tornado surrounded her.

Hugged her tightly.

The dirt covered her.

Dusted her face.

The sun warmed her.

Kept her from cold.

She was comfortable.

Yet she was alone.

She was there.

Yet she was hidden.


Inside a tornado was a tornado girl.



The End

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