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~ sun out. the shadow line across the rocks. still a tension - the voices light gasping (yet, the centre makes us human - a laughter, a boredom, a joke to know who we are - what we do ~ I watch from the centre desk - the disk whirs, a beep, - his machine, he slouches toward, Cat Hat low to his ears ~ time, is place made flesh; less faith and you require these wires: overhead the message flashed, a constant are your lights on? outside, a fog. you can't see movement, gone too quick, a brief passage of the silk-like dress - her lovely mouth and manner
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