She did it once more. It was roughly 107 days later. One other conquer evil and incompetence. One other lump of salt in time’s gaping wound. Joseph R. Biden, the nominal president, had flamed out like a California wildfire kissing the Pacific Ocean for the primary time. Mouths pressured open, cheeks clenched tight. Engorged tongues tangling like cattails within the briny muck of beachfront bliss. The low whine of steam clouds billowing breast-like over the horizon. Almighty nature tamed finally.
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