another sip of coffee........."The agents of old culture," Joshua said
soft fur ................loudly.
in a crowded notebook ......(in a dark student hangout where the furniture
the sound of water........had had too many coats of varnish applied)
the smell of hops and honey..........Gunter was occupied with scrambled eggs and hash browns
go home and make love.....and did not reply.
warm milk..........I looked up from my toast.
started up and running....."The agents of moldy old culture, Joshua repeated,
with application programs......."attacking me at the crossroads with honeycoated barbed words.
unexpected woodland events.......I cannot think of retorts on the spur of the moment."
an intruder on cyberwire.org........Joshua was waving his arms around.
gruyere cheese........Only black coffee for breakfast lay on the table in front of him.
like an old minuet.... the smell of green grass....... warm stones by the river... a red front door.............. under the arbor.............. with blue silk ribbons.......... Sauvignon Blanc......... pate chaud de poularde......... 5 miles up, 5 miles down...... on my other side......... for as long as I could remember......... along the stream for several miles........

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