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 On a recent trip with my son...
There was a light breeze at dinnertime, nothing more. No reason to expect 50+MPH gusts that night at around 2AM. My son was sleeping on the side the tree fell on. A few feet different and the mass of the trunk would've landed on us. The bozo slept right through it. I woke him and we packed up the shelter and moved at 3AM.
Something about taking my son always brings the windstorms. His name is Shant. The old Armenian translation varies between lightning, thunderbolt, and lightning fire. Maybe this has something to do with it.
Edited by xnomanx on 01/09/2013 20:58:16 MST.
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