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  • They look gentle, almost placid -- a mirrorlike creek and a nearby river.

    Until both flood. Then the water moves with the ferocity of a freight train, ripping away ground and tossing houses as though they're made of nothing more substantial than origami.

    It's been almost four months since flooding from the remnants of Tropical Storm Lee ripped this house from its foundations. Before that, it was part of a line of houses that welcomed visitors to Bloomsburg -- well-kept, some proud, some whimsical, all a great advertisement for the town. Most are now ghost houses.

    And yet they linger on ...
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