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The Day the Solar Panels Arrived
And all metal was removed from near the vortex
Lucas walked down the sloped pasture towards Steve who was working on dismantling the barbed-wire fence. It felt so good walking over land that he owned. Of course, he knew that the whole concept of land ownership is an illusion. We cannot own the planet. We are merely guests in HER parlor.
Still, it felt good.
“How’s it going Steve?”
Steve turned around to face Lucas, “Fine and dandy. Piece of cake.”
“Got all the tools you need?”
“Yup. Pliers, a long screw driver, claw, hammer. That’s all I need.” Steve twirled his claw tool in his hand like a pistol.
“Good. Now I want to reiterate that we need to put all those u-shaped nail thingies and all metal in that box there. We’ve got to be sure not to drop any metal onto the ground and when you’re done walk the line to make sure there is absolutely no metal left on the ground. There can be no metal this close to the vortex. And the barbed-wire you can just bundle up and put it up by my car. I’ll take it to be recycled the next time I drive to the city.”
“Actually, I’ve got a friend, Gilberto, who makes barbed-wire art. He lives just over in Rattlesnake Junction. If you don’t mind I could…
