Hurricane Mom has come and gone. There are neatly folded extra blankets and beddings strewn everywhere. Gaping fridges filled past their brim. Gifts haphazardly sitting in the middle of emptied out countertops. Surfaces devoid of bacterial life. You look around at the survivors of this natural catastrophe and you see only the empty, shocked and still unbelieving eyes of people who have been completely torn from their normal routines. People who are only now re-learning how to sleep-in again.
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