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Sunday, October 04, 2015

after the storm and


After the storm the walkway is littered with twigs and leaves and small branches, some as thick as my finger.

After the storm there is mud on the driveway and water in the basement and sticks poking crazily out of the boxwoods.

After the storm I can hear chainsaws and rakes on pavement and the sound of one neighbor's generator humming behind it all.

(Which is strange, because we never lost power.)
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