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Impending fury clings to closed eyelids palpable loss a sable brush dunked in dread blackens every inch of familiar landscape what if’s eat through the static blue horizon making a meal of unborn dreams slaked only by hastily grabbed history ragged spirits haul hope on well- worn tar safe haven still pages away
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Leaving Rita Behind
Impending fury clings to closed eyelids palpable loss a sable brush dunked in dread blackens every inch of familiar landscape what if’s eat through the static blue horizon making a meal of unborn dreams slaked only by hastily grabbed history ragged spirits haul hope on well- worn tar safe haven still pages away
Sept  2005...this would be Hurricane Rita. Lived in the Houston area  and this was on the heels of  the hurricane  Katrina that took out New Orleans  .Our first  evacuation  after having lived  there  for  3 years .Trying to get the house ready   for heavy storm winds, maybe flooding and picking out  what was essential to take  in case our home was destroyed  became   a daunting task.Scary, but  our  area was not hit.
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
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