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toward [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] dark.  When it thundered I climbed up the caminhao (I rode with the driver) and covered my presses with the big canvas.  There were 2 Japanese and a black man passengers up there and when it poured they must have taken the canvas for themselves-such gross selfishuers!  On arrival about 9 I found one press soaked and the other wet on the edges.  I frantically got the plants out of soaked one and after a bit of jantar spent an hour or more getting the worst soaked ones dried by the big cement stove in kitchen.  The caminhao driver had dumped one trunk in upside down and I knew the water must have run in [[small drawing of trunk]] but I couldn't open up, or dry anything if I did, that night.  Left

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