I was sweating in bed, as one does on a June night in Chad, when I began to hear rumbling noises. My first thought was thunder, but it didn’t follow the typical thunder-and-lightning pattern.
Christy Harrison
I was sweating in bed, as one does on a June night in Chad, when I began to hear rumbling noises. My first thought was thunder, but it didn’t follow the typical thunder-and-lightning pattern.
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