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The worst of hailstones I experienced was leaning out the screen door of our rental house in west Ottawa, right on the river, as the boomer made its way down the water and threw baseball-sized ice at us. An adult would yank us back just as a big stone came in. None of us was beaten or bruised, but huge neighborhood trees came down and cars were damaged, and my sibs and I learned to respect those summer storms. They were not to be trifled with.
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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. - Ghandi 
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