"On the morning my husband left me, hours before I knew he would, I looked at the bruised March sky and recognized tornado green.
I'd seen that peculiar algae shade before--anyone who grew up in Ohio had--but my intimate relationship with storms was a bit of family lore.
When I was eight, I tried to touch a tornado."
...The Blessings of the Animals by Katrina Kittle
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