Looking up, the storm rages fiercely in the distance. Wind and rain all around, as I react to that siren, barely audible but signaling the presence of the twister quickly approaching. I'm in that emotional basement, clinging and hoping that somehow I will emerge unscathed. Though the aftermath will certainly leave evidence of the destruction, perhaps I will still be able to repair the damage.
WWHMD? That is the question.
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