Grand Theater

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By Mark Peacock
I am reminded that anticipation in all its forms can be both beautiful and cruel as I glance out the window yet again to see the storm still waiting on the horizon. I think this anxiousness, this build-up, is from of old; an artifact from a time when we gathered and hunted, now firmly encapsulated into our DNA, when the cycles of nature were very much players, antagonists, in our daily struggle to survive. Now we check the window dozens of times, check Facebook, check live web cameras, and check television news to see exactly when what we could never have predicted accurately in our long and storm-filled history
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