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Sandy Stories: Day Eight Without Power


We’ve ground to a halt and still it goes on. A day measured in smallish activities. Trying to write about this past week but unable to post a “glad game” thought on Facebook. The guy who uses the leaf blowers on his lawn while the rest of the neighborhood is plunged into darkness because of a climate gone awry because of stupid uses of gas like leaf blowers makes me crazy now.

I’m writing because that’s all that’s left.

The temperature continues to fall. I’ve access to electricity, a signal, a semblance of normalcy. But still the sense of supreme dislocation remains.

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