another sip of coffee........."They attack me with accounts of visits to museums.
soft fur in a crowded notebook ................Endlesly they relate the tedius content of televised book reviews.
the sound of water......They leave piles of New Yorkers in plain brown bags on my doorstep.
the smell of hops and honey..........I am a helpless passenger while they play opera loudly on their automobile stereos."
go home and make love......... warm milk..........Joshua took another sip of coffee.
with application programs....... honeycoated barbed words.......... sounding the old wolf-cry..... only black coffee for breakfast........ like an old minuet....... an intruder on cyberwire.org....... the smell of green grass....... warm stones by the river... a red front door.............. 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........ running out of control

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