Relaxing on a moody Sunday, my sweetheart and a movie occupying the quiet afternoon pleasantly, when a hollow thunder split the silence and our kisses. I swooped up my camera, after checking that it didn't come from the housing downstairs, and captured these pictures. I didn't want to get too close. I thought of bombings and gas leaks, the safety of my love and myself, so my sad camera fell short of my desired frames.
Sunday Shock
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