“Beauty does not erase the storm, it scatters through it, refusing to be silenced.” The storm came without warning, breaking through the quiet that had settled over the week. Branches bent, rain lashed the windows, the air electric with change. Yet even in the chaos, there was color, leaves torn from the trees swirled like
Confetti in the Storm
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With time, I appreciate your writing even more, Kerri! Your metaphorical imagery of confetti, lanterns, and storms – there’s such an undercurrent of emotion breaking through. Never stop writing!
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Awe thank you sweet Judy… I could write a book on confetti 🎉…I so love and appreciate you my friend.
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What a beautiful and evocative piece! 🌧️🍂 I love the way you transform the violence of the storm into a moment of unexpected beauty. The image of leaves swirling like “confetti in the storm” is especially striking—it reminds us that even chaos can carry its own kind of poetry.
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😊thank you
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