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typhoon #23

In case anyone's wondering, the big, nasty typhoon that has killed at least 48 people blew through here yesterday. We were sent home from work during the storm, but prior to the trains shutting down service. I arrived at home while the eye was near Osaka, so there was nearly no wind or rain for my walk home. This quickly changed after arriving at home, when the wind kicked up, the rain and lightining started, and the sky quickly darkened to black, an hour and a half before sunset. This has been a horrid year for typhoons hitting Japan, but at least I'm not on Shikoku or Kyushu...

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