on the South fork of the American River..........Around nine o'clock,
some forty-five miles above the fort ....... the sun began to shine on the screen
a park-like widening of the mountain valley.... of my Toshiba T3400.
where the river swung wide .............. a glittering particle lodged on the bedrock of the channel ..... the mountain treasure........ the very lands laid waste.................... hunting and gathering in cyberspace........ ancient struggles.......... immersed in the aquarium water............................. while the grass replenished itself....... where the river is winding...................... and the dogwood turns red in the autumn ............... gold, gold, gold.......... the narrow main street.................... blue shirt....................... my arms around him...................... the water glowed....... in the pines, in the pines ......................... still shining........... into the foaming brine..... the daily in and out flow........ walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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