The painful crash of a pane of breaking glass smashed into our dreamworld; woke we to see scattered shards and another pane awaiting breaking unless dealt with. Woe and wowie, winds are howling with frightful force enough to blow thick panels of heavy duty outdoor type glass right off the roof, awakening fearful visions of falling trees on our primary home way t’other side of the island. Please, dear trees, stay rooted in your favourite places; a decision to uproot is not reversible in this day and age. Sages say, everything changes, yet change needn’t be destructive when approached sagely.

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