A shifting thing, a beam of light in dust, warned: I fall at dusk. And fell, and one can't lean on light, but what was needed was leaning.
Morning's halfway to Russia already, it was never much more than a spoke. It will roll over the earth, by mindless mistake. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
