That's a lot of steam, I am just sayin'.
[Yes, yes, O internets; I have totally moved on from the span of a dragonfly's wings. It was never a dragonfly anyway, and anyway: we are now into methods and finishes of cast iron, because machines. Not steam engines! And not actually cast iron either, but a man draws what similes he may, to tie the incomprehensible back to what he has.]
[Also, other reasons I like being here in Borderlands: already today I have chatted to Rina Weisman about SF in SF (where I am reading! this month! with Laura Anne Gilman! and if you keep an eye on this spot, I will announce the date no doubt when I know it, or when m'wife nudges me with the necessary data) and to Seanan McGuire about blurbs and cupcakes and cons and whatever else may have come to mind. And I can still be here another hour, before I must leave to seek