The Hattifatteners
The Silent Wanderers of the Thunderstorm
We don’t speak. The storm speaks for us.
We move as one, not by words but by the pull in the air. We feel what others fear — the charge before lightning — and we welcome it. We do not run from the storm; we raise our arms and let it flow through us. We are not lonely. We are never alone when the sky answers.
What I'm Into: the hush before lightning, electric stillness, walking without rest, the pull of distant shores, glowing faintly in the dark
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