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sat one night back in the fifties... on a window sill and watched... hurricane hazel snap a large tree... across the road in the morning... we walked about a hundred yards... on the sidewalk torn by uprooted... trees and washed out by heavy rains... an unforgot-ton of 3d memory ease... stan sand

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Date: 5/23/2024 1:36:00 PM
Just looked up Hazel Stan, she was definitely a big one, sadly a lot of lives lost too, not to be forgotten for sure, love your last line brilliant, says it all, cheers David
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Date: 5/23/2024 4:47:00 PM
....thanks for the comment.....sitting at a window watching a hurricane is not too smart........as a young kid though, it was imprinting a 3d memory.....storms are still a real favorite........stan

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