...at sunset, in East Lansing, Michigan: industrial mating calls. Or maybe the mating is done and the joy of reproduction is surging through their throats. Musical artillery barrages, thinning out as the warm sherbet sun slides beneath ... and there's the inaccuracy: a sliding sun, not a merry-go-round planet.
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