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levityHooray for evacuation. Writing this lying down on Allen's bed, and dear goodness the storm. I can see Manila Bay from here. It is grey and raging with its definitely-faster-than-overnight transformation from symbol of pollution and nice sunsets to sea spray and wave motion, second-year kinematics lessons in action. Annoyingly I cannot write but dear goodness the storm. Crossing Pedro Gil with flood current swirling around our legs and the wind screaming and you can feel how easy it is to drown in that power, only hopefully not literally. We none of us fear anything more serious than the inconvenience of a flooded apartment, thankfully, but that's not an easy thing to remember when you're out there, rain and wind and flood wild with raw energy.
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Our apartment is kind of flooded in mud, and before that it was kind of flooded in flood, and what we're worried about is whether or not any of us have playing cards. Allison is trouncing Orven at Word Factory and Adrian Sampang has still not stopped playing the guitar and they're acting more at home in Allen's condo than I feel and I love them all so much.
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Our apartment is kind of flooded in mud, and before that it was kind of flooded in flood, and what we're worried about is whether or not any of us have playing cards. Allison is trouncing Orven at Word Factory and Adrian Sampang has still not stopped playing the guitar and they're acting more at home in Allen's condo than I feel and I love them all so much.
