This is what it was like in the beginning. The morning after Tropical Storm Faye arrived. Before the rains never went away. Before they had to send out boats. Before there were fish in the streets, snakes in houses, baby pictures wilted and wet, floating like yesterday's garage sale signs....
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This is Kimbies front yard rolling like a river.....And then the batteries in Olivias camera went dead and the view out the window went to sea...
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But this time....On the seventh day, the river's yet to crest. Everyday more and more homes are gobbled up by mad water, racing, running, trying to escape, but with no where left to go but up.....
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up the living room walls,
down the halls,
under the swingsets,
down the slides....
under doorways,
into mailboxes,
into the backseat of cars not moved soon enough.....
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Everyday another Detour sign goes up, and another home is wrapped in yellow crime scene tape, an obscene picket fence for the news cameras...
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My friend Shimmerings said it best,
"if only we could click our heels"......
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There's no place like home.....
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Pray for the sun....
