Then the hurricane hit.
The storm tore through our neighborhood like it had a personal grudge.
Darlene’s yard took the worst of it. A massive oak tree split down the middle and crashed across her fence, taking out half of it.
Branches were everywhere. Her flower garden — the one she’d spent years cultivating — was buried under debris.
Her mailbox was bent completely sideways.
It was heartbreaking to see.
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