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  • We have seen Hurricane Sandy from space.
    One thousand miles across, she is a super-storm, a giant volute.
    A friend was alone in a house in East Hampton, where she is a caretaker for the off-season. The sound of the wind was awful. She was very afraid, but she is fine now.
    A friend in Chelsea, Manhattan called, they have no power. Stores and restaurants have goods spoiling all around them.
    It was not the storm, but the tidal surge that caused the damage.

    Yesterday my Father wondered if the house in Beach Haven New Jersey was still there?
    “It was right on the water,” he said.
    He went as a child and his parents sold the house later. It was too hard to maintain, and too expensive.
    But he suddenly feels the loss again, a second time.
    He feels the loss of his childhood, and the relentless path of the storm.

    They were having a meeting in my Father’s hospital room when I arrived, and instead of waving me away, they made room for me, on the bed.
    They were discussing options, choices and plans.
    There is a new number to focus on and tests and plans revolve around isolating the root cause and then reducing that number.
    If that number were smaller then other critical, complicating conditions might reduce as well.
    Complicating conditions are the body's tidal surge.

    My Father turned to me and said that I might be hearing some things for the first time and he was concerned for me.
    He said that he had never thought about being in the position that he is now in.
    “I am at the knife’s edge,” he said.
    I must have had a very strange look on my face because we all ended up laughing, with disbelief at the dark comedy.
    I have always known the shape of the storm.
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