those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

It was one of those spring days when the weather was bad. The waves beat against the shore with anger and the sky was dark. Every so often it would rumble and flash. The storms were loud and windy. The promised rain had yet to come. I was watching the storm roll in from the tree line. Of course, I would retreat inland once the rain began.

I enjoyed watching the angry sky and the rapid waves. This was going to be a heavy storm. I distantly remembered hearing of hurricanes, but I had never seen one moving in. The winds were cold and my mane flew about like small whips. The trees cracked and swayed. I smiled.

These were moments to feel alive. Most of Paradise was a lazy day and a pretty sun. It was wonderful to be able to lounge about in pools and under shade. I could chase gulls or explore tide lines. Mera was always up for a game of tag along the open space, and Sahin enjoyed it too. But, this moment, this was exciting. Another bolt of lightning struck over head and my ears twisted about.

I thought I heard something moving a bit closer. Something not related to the incoming hurricane.

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