Postlude. The gentle winds that languished over the Caribbean and Florida last week played a melancholy postlude to the doomsday wind-music of the week before. There were fervid, efficient rescue workers in Florida, Porto Rico, Guadeloupe and the smaller West Indian islands. They performed emergency miracles. But everywhere they looked they saw twisted wreckage, bruised crops and foliage, substance for a long, necessarily patient renascence. And in the lush Everglades of Florida were corpses in piles, other corpses floating in ooze, while greedy buzzards spiralled overhead.

Florida. The carnage in Florida...

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