"Saint Barbara, save our miserable skins."This is what held me fast today. It popped into my head unwarranted and then it repeated over and over, first a sort of absent-minded chant and then a serious prayer. When the storm slammed into Delaware, I found my knuckles white on the steering wheel, my eyes glued fiercely to the road as I swerved around
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