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Thunderstruck Cobalts
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Complete, First published Dec 10, 2023
Summer certainly isn't boring around the Little Cobalt Farm for a variety of reasons, one of which being the extreme weather. A larger than usual storm is bearing down on the Cobalts, and hopefully their protective measures are up to it. Thistle Cobalt takes it upon himself to make sure
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Cobalt Collection

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    Season 4
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    Season 5
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    Season 6
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    Season 9
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    Season 10
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    Season 11
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    Season 12
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  • A Story About Orange cover
    Season 13
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    Season 14
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    Season 15
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    Season 16
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    Season 17
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The first time I saw the color, I thought it was a sign that things were going to work out. How could I not see those vibrant purples and cobalt blues framed in a swirling aura of chimerical colors lighting up the rumbling midnight storm clouds as a bad thing? How was I to know then that this color composed of many, but still one, was an omen while the world around us burned? That it wasn't to be our rainbow from God signaling our salvation from the madness that consumed those outside our borders? That the hues I failed to recreate with my crayons and pencils on the floor of my brother's cabin would twist and corrupt everything bathed in its light?