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What a difference a day makes. Earth breaks, buildings shake people awaken mid-nightmare by screaming, waves, mudslides, and fires teeming far, far away on the other side of the world. Ripples carry worry, building momentum, carrying shockwaves that level everything in their path, even rice paddies and bullet trains. Unstoppable. People making for higher ground, wise and foolish men both, confounded by Nature stretching, shifting, and scratching gashes in the man-scaped cities and towns All without social media, wi-fi or wikis-- whirlpooled, swept, flung all around like toys broken, dropped, left discarded across the majestically mountainous countryside-- Not mine, not yours, not theirs, but HERS. All HERS. Standing so still, so quiet, at the shore. Faint ripples lapping lightly in the sand, yet stuck in the calm that's the eye of the storm on camera or on screen-- So misleading to lure you to come on out and see the mayhem, transfixed b...