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Composed


  Inside for days, gales whipping about, TV with awnings torn from buildings,   cornices ripped from facades, pileups on the throughway, downed power lines   catching fire with worse to come. Who’d go out in that? Not me. With the world   rearing up like Hebridean seas and no lighthouse in sight, I’m best […]

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