It's official. The part of the typhoon that freaks me out the most is when the super wind gets into a crevice and makes a sound like a woman screaming her head off.
Despite several false-alarms related to typhoons since we got here, Super Typhoon Sepat is going for it. The rice paddies are flooding outside my window and there is no. way. in. hell. I'll go out today. I can't get any pictures that really convey the spirit of the typhoon, since so much of it is being experienced by the sounds, like that our porch door just might fly open any minute.
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