The sun don’t care about the lines men draw on maps or the names they carve into stone, because it keeps on beating down, a steady golden hammer, and we are just the soft metal waiting to be shaped. To see why the face of this country is changing, you have to look past the old stories and see the Solar Engine at work. It is a tale of how a world that is getting hotter makes it a biological rule for people to become browner.

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