through the black earth of cyberspace........ The electronic mail from gburchard@mwlabs.com
back and forth across the ice......................arrived at around 11:00 PM.
come and sit by my side if you love me.... .........She almost dragged it to the trash
the sound of water........because it lay between two messages from COMPMUS- L.
that only see the light of day in rural offices................(re: DOS based communications software
every morning just at nine ..........................................re: Seeking Continuous Feed Paper
in song and story.......................................................re: DOS based communications software)
while the water rose........ and the deer and the buffalo play ................. the smell of hops and honey.... The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... the smell of green grass...... warm stones by the river.................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ dirigibles flying in all directions........ inside, the text was black....................... and then I'd wish for................... 4 crystal goblets unexpectedly at midnight......... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored tiles............... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several

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