Wind turbines are so cool. Our old suburb had one that I drove by almost daily. I don’t have one that close anymore, but I still see them regularly, and there are several close in to the actual cities. Once you’re out in farmlands, you see fields of them occasionally. Wind energy farms. They just stand there, silently, gracefully spinning.
Here’s today’s skinny poem.
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