In a message dated 2/12/07 4:19:27 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
> > Each step had to be measured or she would slip or fall over. Her legs > finally led her to a nearby bus stop and there were also many people > standing around and shivering holding their frames tight, breathing fog out > of their own mouths into the larger dense fog. A bus pulled up along-side > the curb, the crowd including Sarah boarded the large red vehicle. Once > seated, she made patterns in the condensation of the window's surface. It > dripped and shook to the quivering rhythm of the bus. She could just make > out her reflection, the outside world and herself fused, they were one. > Suddenly through the window she saw a Pancakes for Jesus pancake breakfast and felt a familiar emptiness in her stomach.
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