...like constant, frantic conversation, and nervous shuffling about, and the rattling of furniture and god knows what from another room. That's what the winds sounded like last night, the incredibly high, gusting winds, marking a rise from the 30's to the mid 50's, and then a steep drop to about 13 degrees, all within a few hours. Between the noise and the anxiety of the severe damage which might be caused to the house, it was a fitful night.
Sometimes nature seems to burst at the seems, behaving in ways it's not "supposed" to. It's those moments that make you wonder how we ever made it this far.
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. . . like reading script notes for Silence of the Lambs . . .
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