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Seventy years ago I lived in Bernardston, Massachusetts.

Behind our house there was a mountain range. Many times I saw storm clouds coming over those hills. In less than an hour, we experienced a thunderstorm or blizzard. Now, as an old, I see a huge black cloud gathering at our U.S. borders.

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