'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
ha ha ha, i like that net. I can see packets and packets of data going through it.
that is not what i expected!
sumana, anu: thanks!km: yes, but they tend to get filtered out.hb: what were you expecting?!
Censorship on the Net? That makes Baby Google sad.
cool room in the afternoon. siesta time.
I'd like to say that what I was expecting was some kind of interesting natural image, like a spider web or the leaf you had here a few weeks back; but I must confess that I expected some imageless text about some"thing" post-industrial--like the medium through which we are communicating at this moment. hb.net
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