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I think this one captures the wind at Point Reyes, where gusts over 40 mph are, apparently, common. Fortunately, we'd chosen a relatively calm day to hike the 300+ stairs down and up. 
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The walk up to the lighthouse at Reyes Point. 
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Dangerous beauty - site of many shipwrecks along some of the most dangerous coastline in North America, according to the plaque. 
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Good times with great friends, yesterday, at Point Reyes National Seashore, where we sold no shells, but saw many sights. 
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Opener from a new serial I've been working on...

Once upon a time, there was a space elevator.

She was a fine feat of engineering, the tallest and strongest of humanity's many megastructures. One of her arms touched the tippy top of a mountain near the equator, while the other dangled into space, reaching affectionately toward the moon.

All told, she was almost twice the circumference of the whole earth! Did you know, if you took two million blue whales and placed them nose-to-tail in geosynchronous orbit, that they would all die? It's true!

She was so tall, in fact, that it took the better part of a week to scale her dizzying heights... and it was truly the better part. Her passenger cars were the size of hotels, filled with parks and restaurants and theaters, even rides for the kiddies. (I can't image what ride could compare with ascending a cable twenty-two thousand miles into the firmament, by there's no accounting for taste.)

At her midpoint, she was a marvelous, monumental space station, a city unto herself, a center for commerce, science, and diplomacy. Millions of people and countless goods flowed through her cavernous warehouses every year. Some were destined for orbits of their own, for even the sky was inhabited in those days. Others were slid down her outer arm, gaining speed until they could be passed, like a bridal bouquet, to Mars.

She was the rainbow bridge uniting Heaven and Earth.

And then, one day, she fell.

To be fair, some very bad people gave her a very hard push. They used her own maintenance drones against her, weakening her cables just below the base of the station, and then they cut her in half.

Her great metropolis was dragged off, into the cold and black, by the unchained momentum of her outer arm. By now, it's probably half way to the Oort cloud, or maybe it's been captured by Jupiter's gravity and is slowly falling into that leviathan's crushing depths. Chronos back at it, swallowing his children.

The rest of her fell earthward under its own weight, and westward after the Earth's rotation. The tragedy played out in slow motion, especially for the hundreds of travelers trapped in her passenger cars. For hours, they could only stare out their viewports as the great, blue marble got closer and closer, as the flames of reentry grew hotter and hotter.

Near the end, she snapped free of her mountain anchor and flew out across the Pacific. Her trailing end smashed ocean colonies like fine china and threw debris as far north as Greater Nippon. When she finally lashed the Indian ocean like an angry whip, her tidal waves drowned millions from the Caliphate to Bengal megacity.

But that's not where our story ends, nor even where it begins. It's merely one of many events that shaped the fallen world in which our hero, the weeping monk, finds herself. We could begin with the bright light in the heavens that lures her down from her mountain, or we could begin with her arrival in the Witch-King's city, but the only place anything actually begins is somewhere in the middle.

And don't worry, there's much more to this story than megastructures and mass murder. There's also adventure and airships and foot chases through crowded markets! There are festivals and blood feuds and techno-magic, swashbuckling and blackmail and sex cults and robots who've lost their goddamn minds!

And a little more mass murder. 

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This looks like an eye on a hand to me. Isn't that the symbol for palmistry or psychics?
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Yesterday, I was listening to a podcast about Le Compte de Saint-Germain when I got up to take a walk and noticed it was 3:33. On that walk, I passed 333 Tower. On my way home from work, I passed 333 Market. So, if suddenly disappear and the world gets a little more atheist, you'll know why. I wish my godwalkers good luck! #unknownarmies 
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