From Our Friends
Then What Do We Do? The Sandy Diaries
3:30 pm, November 7th | by Anneakeara Stinson, xoJane.com
Outside, all stores are shut and dead asleep. The windows of every tall building are flat black. The air is swirling with fierce punch and magic force. We find neighbors clustered in the middle of 1st Avenue, a gaggle in Burberry rain gear, pullover hockey windbreakers and UGGS. Near and above them is a dangling WALK sign, creaking like a horror story broken door.
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