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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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