That tropical depression is officially Tropical Storm Kyle. Look at him out there in the middle of nowhere, so sad and lonely with out any particular direction in his life. Racing no place fast until he dissipates somewhere over the cold, harsh reality that is Nova Scotia, never to achieve anything worthwhile in his short little existence.
It's like the stupid, symbolic incarnation of every fear my mother had for me.
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