The Green Tornado
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Last published Mon, Sep 10, 2018
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A mobile, destructive vortex of violently rotating winds having the appearance of a funnel-shaped cloud and advancing beneath a large storm system.
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The odds of dying in a tornado is 1 in 60,000, yet I'm still alive when all 60,000 pieces of me shattered when I first met you.
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Cover Art : @matusantamaria
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