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Schneespur — Open-source winter service documentation software (PWA + Admin). GPS tracking via OwnTracks, weather data, photo evidence, and legally compliant service records for winter maintenance operators. License: AGPL-3.0-or-later
23 lines
2.3 KiB
PHP
23 lines
2.3 KiB
PHP
<?php
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use function Laravel\Prompts\stream;
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require __DIR__.'/../vendor/autoload.php';
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$toStream = <<<'TEXT'
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Fog sat low over the coastal town like a wet blanket that tasted of salt and diesel, and Juniper moved through it nose-first, scruffy coat beading with mist, paws memorizing every plank and pothole by feel. Home—whatever that word meant—had always been a collage of smells: yesterday’s fish guts behind the cannery, old rope at the pier, the sharp soap of the shelter volunteer’s hands; tonight, though, a new scent snagged her like a burr—paper, pencil graphite, and the faint sweetness of a child’s snack—fluttering in the gutter beside the post office. She nosed it free: a drawing, creased and damp, of a lighthouse with a crooked yellow window, a small stick-figure dog beside it, and the word JUNI—half-written, trailing off as if the pencil had been yanked away. Juniper’s chest tightened with a strange, urgent warmth. Above the fog came another smell, metallic and cold, like rain sharpening its teeth. The storm was coming, fast, and she knew from the way humans moved when the air turned like this: the harbor bridge would close at dusk, sealing off the far spit of houses and the lighthouse road. If the child lived across it, the drawing would be stranded—like she had been, once, on the wrong side of a door.
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TEXT;
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// The mail carrier—Miles, the town called him, though Juniper knew him as leather-bag, paper-dust, and loneliness—stepped out into the fog with his cart squeaking. He smelled of coffee gone cold and the careful distance people wore when they didn’t want to need anything. Juniper trotted up and placed the drawing gently against his boot, then looked up, ears pricked, willing him to understand. Miles frowned. “Not yours,” he muttered, bending to pick it up between two fingers as if it might bite. Juniper’s tail thumped once—yes, not mine—and she nudged his hand, then turned and trotted three steps, glancing back. Come. The paper trembled in his grip. “You’re… delivering?” he said, skeptical, but the word tasted like curiosity instead of dismissal. Juniper sneezed in the fog—salt, rope, child—and set off.
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$stream = stream();
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$words = explode(' ', $toStream);
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foreach ($words as $word) {
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$stream->append($word.' ');
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usleep(25_000);
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}
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$stream->close();
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echo str_repeat(PHP_EOL, 5);
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