A couple weeks ago Jace and I drove to Wisconsin and passed through Indiana.
To me Indiana means Windmills.
We drove back home at night, and I had another first. These windmills
flash red lights. All around you as far as the eye can see red lights
blinking in perfect synchronization. I think I had been dozing
(I was a passenger) and waking up to see the pulse of red lights.
Ebe found them unsettling.
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