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These aren't actual Santa Anas, racing hot and dry from the desert, but they're hellishly powerful all the same.
Birds are earthbound, fruit is flying, sand is blowing, waves are marching in at an angle that's all wrong.
The power keeps popping on and off, on and off, appliances bleating and beeping. And a minor chord amid the chaos of the gale, fire trucks, wailing up the canyon.
