February 18th – There was a remarkable sunset, apparently, which I missed as I was in a windowless industrial unit. However, leaving I just caught the tail end of the bright sky behind the Kings Hill phone mast, silently tapping the ether for the hundreds of phone calls and data packets it continually relays for the community around it.
I love the mystery and appearance of radio masts.
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