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The storm is over - no, not last week’s nor’easter - midterms. I hope you survived. New England seems to be one, big, storm-of-the-month club. Campus is 5 minutes from Long Island Sound and I like to go watch the mesmerizing roil of the ocean when a storm’s rolling in. The choppy hazel undulations, opaque as enamel, seem to coil-up - then suddenly slap the shoreline breakers as if testing their resolve. The wind whipped salt-water patterns, like folds of linen. The wind and salt water mist in your face feels as sharp and violent as glass shards. The sun occasionally pierces the clouds like a knife strike only to be healed in moments. The whole scene is beautiful, immense and uncontrollable - like eating cake by the ocean. (song reference).

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Date: 11/7/2021 7:21:00 AM
I love your imagery in this piece, Anais, and your use of similes. It is easy to imagine being there. John
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Date: 11/7/2021 8:12:00 AM
Thank you John =]