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The strange, unstable air…

… sears your arm as you slide back the deck door. The storm’s coming up fast.

We’ve brought in cushions and we’ve stabilized chair frames and potted plants. I called an elderly friend who lives alone to make sure she knows we’ll come over there after to check on her. She didn’t know about the storm. “I’ll head down to the basement. I’ll call you if.”

5:28 PM and it’s suddenly pitch black. Really pitch black.

Margaret Soltan, August 7, 2023 4:29PM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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