an antique gold bracelet embedded with emeralds .....Like Lorna,
soft fur........................... in Lynn Hershman's CD of that name,
set into a decaying tree trunk. ..........the woman did not go out very much.
the sound of water .........She was in in perpetual motion
down by the riverside........constantly activating works of old computer art
cold water......................as if they were a collection of wind- up clocks.
every morning just at nine ........and, in the intervals,
in song and story...she talked on the telephone to her friends
in the aquarium........ and the deer and the buffalo play ................. come and sit by my side if you love me..... while the broken chair filled with snow........ the smell of hops and honey.... The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... the smell of green grass.... warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ inside, the text was black....................... no one had posted since Friday........ and then I'd wish for.................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several miles........

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