while the broken chair filled with snow.........Gunter bolted the cabin door,
in the background........ .......lit a fire in the woodstove
from whence their texts emerged.........
in the woods, the snow was falling......."I understand there was a problem,"
Milton's post continued.
frosted grass in the meadow.......
shutdown.......As I read his words, the system logged another response.
beneath its deceptive accessibility........ .......... "I did some damage control," Mary had written.
and I cannot leave.......
(He had not removed his shiny black leather shoes.
like rocks or sharp pieces of broken glass......."damage control, damage control," she whispered seductively.)
in the early morning...............
at regular intervals.........Outside, the snow continued to fall steadily.
In Boca Raton, where the snow never falls.............. in flesh to flesh interactions.......... the sound of breaking glass........ blue shirt....................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... working............... footprints.......................... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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