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The wind is quiet. The sky is grey, and the clouds roll overhead. The grass is undeniably grey, as is the many transformers running through the field. They seem larger than normal, as they flow electricity to…somewhere. There are mountains in the distance…this place isn’t uniformly shaped.
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The wind is quiet. The sky is grey, and the clouds roll overhead. The grass is undeniably grey, as is the many transformers running through the field. They seem larger than normal, as they flow electricity to…somewhere. There are mountains in the distance…this place isn’t uniformly shaped.