through the black earth of cyberspace.............From: George Burchard
back and forth across the ice.........................Subject: re: Seeking Continuous Feed Paper
the sound of water .........
in early summer. ........were the words with which the message began.
cyber cyber cyber................ every morning just at nine ........ in song and story...... while the water rose........ and the deer and the buffalo play ................. come and sit by my side if you love me.... 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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