She was the storm, she was the lightning... — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
She was the storm, she was the lightning... — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
She was the storm, she was the lightning... — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
She was the storm, she was the lightning... — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
She was the storm, she was the lightning... — Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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She was the storm, she was the lightning...

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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