I Remember – #68

I remember hail, big as my fist, in piles in gardens, by walls and poles, and leading into doorways.  And tiny Captain’s reaction when we arrived home and he had been alone, and wet, and without shelter.

-28 November 2014

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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