Hazardous Storm Disaster - Dreamy Day At The Beach
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Hazardous winter storm.
Zero visibility to drive,
Frostbite.
Cancellations.
Hydro outages.
Bone-chilling wind.
Barefoot in the sand.
Soaking up the sun.
Swimming in the lake.
Sipping on fancy drinks.
Suntanning.
Dreamy day at the beach.
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Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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I love this, Cathy! It's the perfect poem to describe why I live in Florida!