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    From my review:  This is how high stakes should be done. This book is like a space opera inverted...where all the darkness of the void, the abyss, the reaching tendrils of nebula, instead come inward to trap mankind in place in a desert of the spirit....
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    Running wild running blind
    I breathe the body deep
    1,000 years beside myself
    I do not sleep

    ZOMBIE!
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    Little good can come of it.

    But that's what we're doing these days, eh?
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    Traffic lights in a different pattern than normal.

    Helicopters flying low overhead.  One just flew over my house.

    Probably coincidence.  But 3 very different things, all individually notable, together.

    No idea.  But something.
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    your head above water...
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    Might dust off that old disc.  Soon.

    ***

    Downloaded the entire Baum Oz series on Kindle.  Forget the Wizard of Oz.  The Scarecrow takes over and things get...interesting.  Ever see Return to Oz?  See it.  It's nearly forgotten.  LOVED it as a kid.

    That's far closer to the Baum I recall.  Read it as a kid and recall a spectacular taut eerieness to the world.  I bet Vance read Baum.

    Current Music: Kaneda's Theme

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    94 pages of tortoise.  60 vignettes.  Reworked and art added.

    Terence: A Tortoise At Work

    Enjoy!
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    Fangorn of the city knew
    as groaning did the tired trees,
    grown unknown to those beneath,
    forgotten forest curbed and neat,
    a void unseen through vital leaves
    came listing down the littered street
    a whispering among the eaves,
    a lull too long
    that led to lapse
    the quietus
    before collapse

    before him, in the breeze