Sunday Sermon : Tyler, Texas

 

 

 

 

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I walked over to get us a fast food meal. The sky dipped and turned the color of a bruise. I looked up and there it was. Twenty miles away, maybe thirty. Funnel cloud sweeping back up into itself. The dog looked up from the burger I got for him and stared with me as the twister disappeared.

 

 

 

Photos by Chantry Land

Words by Hank Cherry

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