Monday, June 2, 2025

   The clipper ship had popped out of a glacier hole off the Carolina coast like a champagne cork.

  The water spout finally disssipaaapated enough to declare safe air.

  Splinters plunking from clouds and spearing the ground like fenceposts give you a sence of 

 "I just can't get my head around the size and scope of this thing," said a man looking at the cells of the printed version of the map through a loop.


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