Imagine, if you will, a night splintered by lightning, punctuated by thunder, with a keening wind providing a dubious harmony to the elements. Five children stand with their faces pressed to the glass windows, watching as the giants fought and blew away the neighboring house’s roof. The accompanying rain, my eldest cousin told us, were the tears the defeated giant shed. Hurricanes made much more sense in stories than in fact when we were childre…
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