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crack your cheeks
What do mad Lear on the heath and nature
photographers have in common?
No, not that. The other thing they
have in common.
That's right, they both like getting
under a good storm.
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
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