The cameramen were shooting this astounding sight, and all the while the monster wave was rolling towards the shore in the faint light of dawn. When they remembered it later on, many coastal aboriginal villagers said they had never seen a cloud formation like that before, that it was more impressive than the vibrant sky on the eve of a typhoon. It was a cloud like a floating myth, like an overwrought line of epic verse. For in the moments after the hail stopped, the storm clouds kept changing shape, with white, lead-hued and purplish-grey clouds gathering into a magnificent soaring thunderhead. The hail was also the reason why everyone scrambled up onto the road and escaped the deluge. The hailstorm stopped as soon as it had started, but because of the hail everyone missed the moment they’d all been waiting for, when the Trash Vortex hit the shore in several giant waves.
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