We are home with the pet sitters. She is at the beach where the wind shakes the very roots of the trees that hang over her house. She said it rained nails on the roof and the skylights most of the night. And in the morning the sea gulls glided on the big gusts and then huddled together in bunches while the wild sand spray swirled and ruffled their feathers. She said that is why we are having so much rain and bad traffic here at home today. Of course we wouldn’t know much about it since we can not go out anyway.
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