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Towering above me, these machines humm and vibrate with an energy that leaves me feeling small and insignificant. Each blade scythes through the air, slicing, leaving my dreams of an empty horizon in ribbons. Above and beyond a storm mounts, black and grey. Does it foretell the moment these monsters of metal lift free of their foundations and start across the landscape in long strides, striking down all before them? Or are the storm clouds the sign that nature is building its armies of wind and rain to strike these abominations from the surface of the earth? I look up and shiver. Change is in the air.=====