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.barometric Pressure

Twin brass helm wheels, (like Gilligan’s) , gilded, not for
steering, Airguide
imprint in elegant cursive, the thermometer part long inactive.

“It doesn’t work, ” big brother said, “it’s indoors.”

Relative Humidity and Barometric Pressure tracked while
seeping thru the Screen to the
Sill, the daily variation between black and lazy red finger suggesting- @

least as presciently as Bob O’Wrill or Willard Scott- “Nor’easters” &
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