Quote by Ginny Brown-Waite

Through the harsh design of fate, Florida was dealt the unfortunate circumstances of bearing the brunt of not one but two hurricanes, and it appears more dark clouds are poised to visit the Sunshine State.


Through the harsh design of fate, Florida was dealt the unfo

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This quote highlights the unfortunate situation faced by Florida, where it has been struck by the devastating impact of two hurricanes consecutively. It suggests that fate has played a cruel hand in subjecting the state to such harsh circumstances. Furthermore, by stating that "more dark clouds are poised to visit," it implies that there may be further challenges ahead for Florida, alluding to the potential for additional hurricanes or difficulties in the near future.

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By Ginny Brown-Waite
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