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| Not much to do on the train but wake
up, eat, nap, eat, write, nap, read, eat, and watch out the window as
the earth spins the sun down over the horizon. What was new this trip?
Arrays of tri-bladed turbines in the flat windy places and orange
flames at night burning off some excess of freshly tapped natural gas
reserves. There's an insatiable need for more energy, much of which is
likely to be wasted. Even most of the sun's prodigious output falls
endlessly through empty black space. |
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