There is a cool rain on this morning; the remnants of Irma, now so
gentle having spent her wrath down south.
She seems so benevolent. No one, having missed the media storm, could
guess the violence of her past. It is
amazing the power of force that wheeled her onto land at 157 miles per hour and
is just now being dragged to a crawl by the friction of earth on sky. The mysteries of earth, this one being seen
by the hundreds of news cameras filming her every move, still lie hidden as if
we saw the show but not the slight of hand which still pushes her forward but
now like the slow crawl to the gallows of the criminal she is.
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