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An undertow of self congratulatory press releases an ever accelerating hit count.......written in cubicles by policy wonks -- incessantly raising her hand......................was dragging me under the information surface........ merged with the screen for days....................while across the creek from our cabin, Nine New Directors Appointed........ the hills were striped purple with lupin. the whimpering dogs.....It was autumn and the sound of gunfire irregularly ancient struggles ..... .....punctuated the silence. sleep............................... had he been there all along?........... low flying planes............. the smell of green grass... his hands on my body ...................... black icy streets............... working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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