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I read this as the windc chimes delicately sang outside the window and the autumn rains began to drum on the roof. The first paragraph itself is poetry and a lot of the rest is in turns very funny, ironic and somewhat terrifying. (and as always, educational) As Daniel often says "Mother Nature bats last" {Please gather these wonderful newsletters into a book!)

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A book is in the back of my mind, but still in the back.

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Yes a book compendium would be a great idea. And one for of color reproductions of Walter's art!

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Thanks, Michael. Years ago, I offered my drawings with short essays to three different publishers, but none were interested. Maybe they missed a plot....

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Here in PDX I live between two recently active volcanoes: Mt. St Helens which exploded not that long ago, and the apparently dormant Mount Hood, which still has steaming vents near the top. Ash from St Helens covered our city when it erupted. It's hard to look north toward it without wondering what's going on underneath its shattered cone.

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Yeah, you should keep a bag packed. Be grateful you don't live down a river valley from Mt. Ranier. You can find estimates of how far lahars would travel if the glaciers met with fresh lava. Oy weh!

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I'm not going to judge. As a kid, I went outside in tornado weather.

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And yet, here you are!

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