What monster roars outside the house? Hissing and whistling through the cracks? Rattling the door and windows? Unseen even in the afternoon sunlight as it growls and howls? Vandalizing the neighborhood with its dominance? Ripping apart the barren branches of the trees as they struggle against the onslaught? Sending the refuse of life, flotsam and jetsam, and remnants of weaker dwellings cart wheeling through the air? No gentle breeze, rather an explosion of strength threatening to sweep the landscape clean. There is no comfort, no security in hiding inside.
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