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Rising like some laconic, sultry vamp above the eastern skyline, a crescent moon seemed to beckon today to a sun still hidden below the horizon. "Come and get it, big boy!" the lolling and curvaceous moon seemed to taunt. And the sun was up to the challenge, rising with a bright, determined blaze in quest of this woo-hoo chick.
Last night, there was a crashing, pelting, lightning-sharpened storm that offered a prelude to the promises the TV is making about Hurricane Irene which is wending its way up the East Coast. The hurricane is promised here on Sunday, but in the meantime, the moon and sun dance in a scrubbed firmament ... the obvious preceding the hidden.
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