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Hurricane

 Amongst the most succulent of storm systems, Planet Earth Division, hurricanes prove the most succulent. They tend to bring utmost wetness to mind, like you took a bad turn with the mighty deities of our realm. Hurricanes bring a savour of the sea long before they have reached your locale. This boding brings the net effect of uncertainty to the parlours of the just. Of course strong winds also typify the ministrations of these minions of nature's mayhem. In human colloquy, hurricanes cannot legally be described by fewer than five adjectives, and those adjectives must be strong and kinetic buzzwords of apocalyptic zing. Oddly, tho much smaller, tornadoes demand no less than eight adjectival descriptors just to get the point across that the deities that join us in and to the world offer mercy most awful sometimes, at their disgression. Hurricanes exist thru admixtures of hot and cold, plus bold applications of nature's unmappable intent and Republican transgressionary fulfillment. The Latin root of 'gress', by the way, means step or move. This suggests the cold unpredictability of life in longitude and latitude but don't let that keep you from having a nice day. The comforts of philosophy are many so, you know, hang in there and all.


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