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OoOoOoOoOooo. it looks like it's going to storm. I am kinda in the mood for a storm. I am tempted to go home via the lake and past the steel mill. When it's stormy out the steel mill looks even more grim and fantastic than usual. At night the plant belches out weird colored fires and sits on the shore of Lake Erie like some rusting monster that's come ashore to die. Even though I know the mill is bad for the environment and toxic, I am still fascinated by it. I shall have to take pictures and share.  I am tempted to write a story about it. Except that I don't know anything about the steel mil, so my mill would make things that were destined to be lost. There would be the room of lost bicycles and lost loves and I am thinking as sad as it is, it would be guarded by a pack of lost dogs.  And run by goblins because I have been reading The Princess and the Goblin and Bruce Coville's Goblins in the Castle was one of my favorite books as a kid. I wonder if I still have it? Ooooo, I DO want write that now.