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Two nights ago, on the
TV news, vision of dust
storms in the dry center
of the continent, sweeping
pinkly towards the sea.
Now they have reached
it, & brought some solid
stuff along as well. The
bird is puzzled by it all.
He's au fait with classical
physics; but quantum
theory is a stone too far.
I am releasing My Oil of Joy
over you. Things are in
our favor this year. Sugary
sweet with a little tang.
The resource becomes scarce.
Solar panels can only take
energy capture so far. The
bezels are much smaller
than those on many phones.
Literal rivers can cross the
dimensions. Mimic what they're
trying to build. Source code
or keyboard input is displayed
as entered. The filmroll is eight
pixels taller than in the other
versions. The harvest is done.
