So, here we are, sitting happily in our cosy little nest, while just down the road from us, and six hundred feet or so below it, the relentless cutters of the longwall mine machine advance, cutting a seven-foot high and eight-foot-at-a-time wide swath, eight hundred or so feet long, of coal, which is dumped onto… Continue reading They Are Coming
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