I'm really glad I did. Breathing this in was a privilege. I even found some love for powerlines.
There was a break in the clouds but it was still thundering almost continuously and spitting whiplash spokes of lightning at the hills over the horizon. I took the camera onto the road outside our house at about nine pm. I'm really glad I did. Breathing this in was a privilege. I even found some love for powerlines. Everyone seems to want them felled according to the dictates of the 'uninterrupted sea view', as though these trees posed some kind of barrier to visual possession. Subtopians will always fear that which is greater than themselves, which is... most things, really. Almost everything. I think these black silhouettes must haunt their dreams. Comments are closed.
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