Days like today awaken the atavistic urge to take advantage of the ludicrous escalation of local property values, and sell all, and move out from under the hot, dazzling cruelty of this constant blue sky, to the north, to someplace green-cloaked, mist-soaked, and cloud-shrouded. On days like today, I turn on the Weather Channel and lust after hurricane footage. On days like today, I don't want to be hefting the lumbered tons of a half-dozen dusty, prickly, sappy-sticky pine trees, planted fifteen years ago by an idiot.
Sa r'ji�o oss�vel meninonceiv �o poshik m�'�nch uscantebatahla o�r musiu o�r muiko.
Copyright � 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 by gcs
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