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STORY: The rising light of the morning after a terrifying flash flood in Death Valley revealed that I had stopped in one of just a few short stretches of road that had been spared by the rushing waters and debris. The car and the two behind were sheltered by small hills that diverted the onslaught of the flash flood.
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