Come on across.........."What did you expect?" Milton posted on the following day.
an ever accelerating hit count .......But Saul did not respond.
in the cracks between the keys......................Probably,
of many vintages........ extrapolating from Milton's online persona,
brown grass on the hills........... he had imagined him as huge --
burning, burning, burning.......6'3", big shoulders, newscaster coiffure.
ancient struggles.......... had he been there all along?........... ......... low flying planes............. the smell of green grass... and he said he couldn't wait...................... black icy streets........................ working............................ making things.................... in search of uninhabited meadows......... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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