and into the water.
This is one consequence of mining wind
to generate light:
killings, the rate of which rises in towns
where the white blades
turn, driven by heat. Still, on a calm day,
something is always
moving, suggesting a harness.
~
Anyone read any of Conrad's short stories? I was so plumb in the middle of a typhoon off the coast of China that a hand on my back literally made me jump out of my shoes.
Also, happy birthday, Dann. Here's hoping what comes of it makes this year worth living.
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