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Tyisha Wrice
closeAuthor: Tyisha Wrice
Name: Tyisha Wrice
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What is that I hear in the distance?
What is making the earth quake and tremble?
I stare down at my feet,
willing them to move.
Nothing good can come from something as massive as this.
Father crouches, waiting,
prepared to go on the offensive.
Mother pushes us into the shadows,
urgently...
