Palm trees bent; their fronds looked like they were on a 100 mile an hour ride in a convertible...
At about 9:30 in the morning, when the torrent of wind and rain and calmed down somewhat, people ventured out. They looked like extras in a dawn-of-the-dead movie as they walked through the destruction from the storm.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Gale Force Metaphors
Something about covering a hurricane brings out the worst in a writer:
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