Mostly, since we moved, there has been wind. Fresh breeze, strong breeze, near gale, gale, strong gale. Up and down the Beaufort Scale the winds have run.
The wind has been here for months, and still it whips and cracks turning the smooth expanse of river into wild white horses. It has shoved over road signs, pushed down power poles, flung roofs from ho…
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