The Earthquake

Nobody foresaw the earthquake. Fewer still, felt it.

The communion wine rippled, a young girl skipping lost her balance. The sole casualty, the ancient quarry.

Long since harvested barren, and subsequently abandoned, fertile earth and mud flooded in. All the farmers rejoiced, as Mother Nature healed her wounds, and theirs.

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