There are strong gusts of wind battering my House and the trees outside. a neighbor and I stand on the road, keeping an eye on the kids, talking about the weather. Is this global warming? We will recognize it when it comes? We both want Al Gore to run for president. Maybe he can save us.
The wooden gate slams back and forth. I need to fix all the loose parts of the house. I am not prepared and yet the day is beautiful, the sky is a deep blue.
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