The morning is a cold snap. Feet break blades of grass made frost tight, breathing is a painful drag of ice across lungs. Above, The Hum calls from station-to-station, urging us to walk the electric leys of the land. – from the diary of Awe Navigator Agatha, Pylon Person, 1971 https://t.co/QPlMKf81xM
The morning is a cold snap. Feet break blades of grass made frost tight, breathing is a painful drag of ice across lungs. Above, The Hum calls from station-to-station, urging us to walk the electric leys of the land. – from the diary of Awe Navigator Agatha, Pylon Person, 1971 pic.twitter.com/QPlMKf81xM
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