A song pours out of my bluetooth speaker, casting its sound over the desert and sinks its teeth into the sky, dragging the clouds out over the sands and spilling their cold tears over the growing crowd of spellbound spectators wide eyed in disbelief as what countless mages have tried to bring about for decades has been accomplished by a youth in a matter of moments with nothing but a little black box.
A coterie joyful chorus springs forth from the crowd.
"Let there be tears
Let there be joy
Let them dance to the anthem of the weatherboy."
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عشوائيA bundle of blurbs. (from my pinterest comments) Vote for which to expand into full stories! Each of these bits and bobs, odds, and ends was inspired by a pin of a prompt, poem, or picture, so without the pin might make no sense 🥲 But I'm working...
