Florida braces for Hurricane Milton, just weeks after Hurricane Helene’s devastation. The powerful Category 5 storm threatens catastrophic impact on the west coast, with Tampa and surrounding areas preparing for a severe storm surge. Evacuation orders are in place, expected to prompt the largest movement in seven years. Forecasters warn of water levels rising up to 15 feet, with record-breaking surges in Tampa Bay anticipated….
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