She is an ever burning hearth fire. She is constant, always there for the warmth or the comfort that fire can offer. When she is angry the fire grows and rages up towards the endless night sky. She is a calm sea during sunrise, the waters filled with fish and everything beautiful beneath the calm exterior. She is the sound of an entire stadium singing our national anthem personified.
She is a snake, slippery and deadly. She is the old magnificent Victorian house down the street, yet inside lives a hoarder. She is a beautiful carcass, dead inside. She is the horror you feel when a parent buries their child. She is the darkness, where all monsters hide. Her eyes are stars in the night sky, compared to the dullness and blackness of the rest of her body. She is a tornado, a hurricane, and a storm; unstoppable.
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