PUCK My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast; And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger, At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their shames upon They wilfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow’d night.
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I saw an aurora while we were in Alaska.
One theory was that the devastation had been created by the Americans using something called HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) tech— nology, which causes huge waves under the ocean, thus flooding our land.