Actually, we couldn't find batteries. So if we lose power tomorrow night, we will have to sit in the dark, listening to the rain.
At the Franklin Institute on Wednesday, with my granddaughter Bernadette, the exhibits may have been an omen of the storm to come:
But I'd rather remember Bern greeting the world (a version of the world generated by light on mist):
And contemplating a small slice of Philadelphia.
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