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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 13, 2011 7:27:01 GMT -5
He goes to visit her, bearing the smells of the garden. She doesn't speak the whole time, doesn't look at him. He is frantic when he realizes what she has chosen.
When she says the lonely world is just as good, we all mourn
another tuft of grass pulled out into the sea, a piece of the beach eroded,
the Earth shrivelled, wires unplugged, propaganda from the enemy adding to our doubt.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Feb 16, 2011 4:30:45 GMT -5
Comatose or not, the message is utterly relevant and powerfully stated. Impressive Don!
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Feb 16, 2011 10:23:49 GMT -5
Thanks Ivan
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