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  • I was 8 when the big storm came.
    We hunkered down, the 5 of us
    and made a holiday
    with magic candles and decks of cards,
    the bathtub full of water just in case.
    We and the bravest neighbors gathered in the eye to find
    the biggest boats shoved and placed and dropped
    onto the beach, upon each other, and on the bridge.
    We and the water were the only things moving
    in that almost silent space.
    We were the biggest miniatures
    taking as many minutes as we could
    before the rain came back
    and the winds began again.
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