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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sandy stole my words. Desolation and despair triumphed attempts at descriptive narrative paled in comparison to the cold, desolate reality left behind. Humvees and police cars patrol debris clogged streets. Red and blue emergency lights strafe empty lots where homes once stood. Houses ripped apart, tilted, torn, gravity defying structures, now open vistas to the ocean, calm today that last night roared through and leveled homes and the playing field between the haves and have nots. How can water wreak havoc of this magnitude. Unprecedented wave heights on top of swells went where they would, unbridled, uncaring natural force, mother nature raging, roaring not in spite but because she could, ran amok reminding us of her majesty, her power and the fact that there but for the grace of God we have been privileged to live. I can't be mad at the ocean. It is my life blood. It courses through my veins, grounds me, embraces me unconditionally. Dark, grey afternoons settle on our town. Houses dark since she hit sit waiting for owners to make the next move. Restore the shore to what? Glory days of yesteryear surface in isolated pockets, quickly erased by scars that will never heal. Open wounds on a landscape trapped write it off as a once in a lifetime event or is Sandy the new norm. There is a zombie like feeling waiting in the wings. Vacant stares, shaking heads prevail. Unrestrained optimism battles resignation. Fool me once and it's on me, fool me twice, what then. This is my home, a living dream personified. Sleeping, waking, walking, loving living exactly where I dared to dream about so many years ago. Time is not healing. Each passing day another storm related issue. Another family lost everything. Everything. How do you get your arms around that. Where do these people go, How do you rebuild what was such a personal extension of your family history.
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