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shakin’ but not shaken

I’ve been waiting for another Pacific Rim quake since the horrible Asian tsunami incident, and we just got it. Just off Kyushu, a -6 (meaning “just less than six” in this case) on the Japanese scale — I’ll probably find out later today what that means on the Richter Scale.

It was nothing but a wobbly roll here, but Fukuoka looks bad. It took five minutes to travel all the way here, and we still felt it. Must’ve been huge.

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