4:10 AM
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I come home in the rain and wind at 10:30 a.m., an hour and a half before Bolaven is expected. I am thankful for the timing of this typhoon - two days ago I arrived from Europe, and my body clock is pulling a Charlie Sheen. A little confused, a little nutty. I lie in bed and watch my outer windows shudder. The wind is loud. It sounds like the ocean, like waves rumbling onto the shore. I decide that I don't want to nap in my window-lined bed and move to the couch.
It's stuffy in my room and my fan is on. The fan is pitiful compared to the powerful wind outside, and I tell it so, but not out loud because I am not crazy. I drift into sleep.
When I wake, I look out the window and see people standing outside in short sleeves. Their bodies are braced...
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