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continuously logged on.........I pictured
the man who had just posted on the system an ever accelerating hit count .......in an ancient town square from whence their texts emerged.....(on the set of Hercules or Xena Warrior Princess) in the woods, the snow was falling. ........ surrounded by hostile townspeople. frosted grass in the meadow........Someone threw the first stone. spewing foul words on the system.....It was a small stone, like rocks or sharp pieces of broken glass..........but it hit him on the left side of his forehead shutdown.......and drew blood had he been there all along?..........He looked surprised. low flying planes.............But, it was only the beginning. an armful of logs....... the human behind the text black icy streets................. at regular intervals.........I considered how to change the subject. in search of uninhabited meadows.........(It was our job to keep the discussion "friendly" and on track) blue shirt....................... our efforts to coax them inside ...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... working............... outside of Durango, Utica, Gainesville, and Alameda. .............................. footprints.......................... out the window........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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