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Ophelia's eye will look down on our small isle sometime early Tuesday afternoon the lull in her fury when all will be deathly still and still we will hold our collective breath when Ophelia ramps up her swirling skirts and sweeps all before her powerful frenzy continuing on her ravaging way sweeping across our small archipelago as we cower in our matchstick towers and with awe and fear and stunned silence all pray to our gods for deliverance., from Ophelia.
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
Oh Ophelia, Ophelia, what have we done to call you up from the depths of hell.
Ophelia's eye will look down on our small isle sometime early Tuesday afternoon the lull in her fury when all will be deathly still and still we will hold our collective breath when Ophelia ramps up her swirling skirts and sweeps all before her powerful frenzy continuing on her ravaging way sweeping across our small archipelago as we cower in our matchstick towers and with awe and fear and stunned silence all pray to our gods for deliverance., from Ophelia.
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
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