"Any evening is good when we're still alive." Perhaps it was a bleak way of looking at things, and he shakes his head, "Yes, if this storm allows us one."
They had grown accustomed to these storms, and it was a wonder anything grew on this land at all, but somehow they managed. The power might go off for a little bit, the storm would blow over, and Robb would kick the generator back on and things would resume as they were. At least that's typically what happened.
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Date: 2015-03-08 03:04 am (UTC)They had grown accustomed to these storms, and it was a wonder anything grew on this land at all, but somehow they managed. The power might go off for a little bit, the storm would blow over, and Robb would kick the generator back on and things would resume as they were. At least that's typically what happened.