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Fata Morgana and the sky that folds
Spall 003: Mirages, UAP, and the architecture of illusion

It happens in spring.
The lake contracts, reshapes itself. Shoreline sixty kilometres distant, hidden below any natural eyeline, rises up to flank the horizon. Looking south from Toronto, the distortion poses first as clarity—as if the day were simply sharp enough to reveal the edge of upstate