I was staying in a rundown hotel in Paris many years ago when a lightning storm materialized over the city. I stepped out on my 5th-story balcony to watch the sky. Across the street and on the same level I spotted a girl in a window. She was 20ish, brunette, fit, naked, and sexy. She was doing a weird rhythmic dance in time to the frequent flashes and thunder crashes of the storm. She saw me watching but didn't mind. Her bizarre ballet continued until the storm had passed over the city. I suspect the girl was mentally ill. Her dance suggested that she had created the storm and was in control of it.
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.
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