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From: | Jem Butts |
Subject: | [Fluxbox-aa-users] pompom underprivileged |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 17:47:51 +0200 |
He found a little dock with a skiff moored toit,
and here he lay flat and drank his fill.
The huge oblong silver moon hung low overthat vast
heaving stretch of desert. You cant last on this desert without the things tosustain
life.
When he awoke he felt better, though half
smothered. Thats a hardcomparison, an its justified. In all my years on the desert I
never saw the like of thatbefore.
In all my years on the desert I never saw the like
of thatbefore.
He arose to go on, hot, dry, aching, dizzy, but
still strong in hisstride.
His skin became as dry as dust and began to
shrivel.
He had no difficulty in finding the place where he
hadeaten the night before. And with no sense of direction, with no use of reason,he
ran on till he dropped.
Adams gaze encountered an extraordinary-looking
man. I poured a canteen of water over your head anthen packed you over here where
theres wood an water.
The saliva of his mouth was pasty and scant. Only
everybody an everything has to have a name. More and morehis will and intelligence
gave way to sensorial perceptions.
Then Ill see the world,replied the prospector, in
deep and sonorous voice. Adam entered a store, and almost forgot himself in the
interest of thepurchases he wanted to make. What a damn pity youve got to do this
hidin game!
It obstructed sight of the slope to themountain
range. Miles and miles he walked, and witha strength that had renewed.
If Id stood themlonger Id have been a white-livered
coward.
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