Tag: sirens
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Nashville – An Unexpected Welcome
It was 2:30AM when the first tornado sirens started blaring. Paloma’s iPhone gave that horrendous screech that the weather service sends out – the one that I had muted back in LA, and I bolted out of bed in search of my pants. Glancing out of the window (in this case, not the best idea),…
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