the silver locusts
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february 2002...
the rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green grass, which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about... the rockets came like drums, beating in the night... the rockets came like locusts, swarming and setting in blooms of rosy smoke...
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