Thursday, May 20, 2010

where the wind comes sweeping down the plains *

Like most locals we spent yesterday evening standing out on our front porch when we should have been taking cover. The prospect of entering out 6 ft. square waterlogged storm shelter with D, our two dogs, friend Mike, his dog, neighbor, and- you guessed it, her dog, was possibly more terrifying that braving a twister in a mobile home.

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