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continuously logged on.........On the
floor beside the day
bed, an ever accelerating hit count .......lay a stack of print publications-- from whence their texts emerged.....Environment, Environmental Science and Technology in the woods, the snow was falling....... Environmental Design -- frosted grass in the meadow........their glossy covers shutdown.......and professionally laid out feature length print prose beneath its deceptive accessibility........ .......... seemingly mocking absence of of graphic design all too apparent ............the CyberCreek's dense byte-built information structures an armful of logs.......that only see the light of day coming together like a man and a woman........ in rural offices where they are embodied like rocks or sharp pieces of broken glass....... on antique dot matrix printers. black icy streets................. at regular intervals......... attacking at the crossroads........ the human behind the text............. outside of Durango, Utica, Gainesville, and Alameda. .............................. In Boca Raton, where the snow never falls.............. stapled and passed around............. in flesh to flesh interactions.......... dragging me under........ hunting and gathering in cyberspace........ blue shirt....................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... working............... footprints.......................... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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