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Large machinery tracks in the dirt lead upward to a mountain top pine tree wooded area.  Four gigantic white windmills sit in a row among the dark pine trees.  Each windmill has 2 rings of lights around them for detection for aircraft.  The windmills tower above the tallest of the tall pine trees.
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Clearing the Air

A clearing gets created in many different ways

There are those birthed by fire, wind or man-made

The question is, does the how of a clearing's creation really matter?

How might it strengthen

or shatter

its residents?

Could its creation mean the

end of their days?

Is it of consequence that the hums

in the cleari…

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