an antique gold bracelet embedded with emeralds .....Gunter was leaning over the kitchen table,
soft fur........................... where, on 4 pieces of taped together blue and white graph paper,
set into a decaying tree trunk, ..........he was plotting a series of what he called "surprises"
the sound of water .........that would be embedded in the environs of a seldom used trail
white capped mountains........deep in the woods of the National Forest.
cold water......................"Unexpected woodland events," he muttered.
the color of the observant eyes ........He had been working for several hours
walking down to the water...while I sorted thru Cybercreek electronic mail.
a flowered dress..............
a glass of beer ................."What do you mean?" I asked
spring water in winter....."I was thinking in terms of fairies," he responded.
the smell of hops and honey.... Traces of a German accent retained from a previous life
The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes.......hung around the edges of his words.
the smell of green grass...."Gwennie, you are laughing."
warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ a black woodstove............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... screen has been going black....................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. our marguaritas..............................

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