in a sentence: after a line of hurricanes, a cyclone with one dark eye threading through orchards, rice fields, gated neighborhoods, shanty towns. nails ripped from boards, pedicabs lifted onto roofs floating away into the mudstained horizon. car doors and bicycle chains, everything melted or now a waterbed. everyone in mourning and no aid in sight. only birds with torn wings expected to deliver the news.
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