The wind and rain are battering your window, and all you can think about is your 13 year old self, and how the watermark was up to your neck
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
The wind and rain are battering your window, and all you can think about is your 13 year old self, and how the watermark was up to your neck
Trying to get to sleep through recent Irish "storms" has brought back some uncomfortable memories of the devastation of Hurricane Ivan in my youth in the Caribbean.
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