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The Open Corner

I had to find shelter. Fast. Before the storm caught up with me. I could barely see were I was going. I was soaking wet and tired. I just kept running. Not knowing anything. Where i was, where i was going, and if I would live.
A couple hours before the storm started, I was in the woods taking pictures of everything. I love photography. I took my camera everywhere I went. While I was in the midst of my passion, storm clouds were moving toward me at incredible speed. Lightning started coming down every couple of seconds. So I started to run. The rain and hail started coming down. Thunder followed the lightning.
Suddenly I saw a very peculiar light. I was drawn to it. Maybe because it was glowing and warm. Somehow i knew it was my only chance of surviving. As I got closer I realized it was an opener corner. It was a safe corner.
It kept me safe from the storm. It was a very extraordinary corner because it was just a corner made of stone and it was just there. In the middle of a field. Talk about weird!

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