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This morning it was so cold on the bus that condensation formed on the outside of the windows like thick fog. It was like looking out through a cloud. The other cars buzzed by on the streets like comets. And only the sharpest street lamps reached me inside of the hazy cocoon. They were like stars and I put my fingers to the glass and made my own constellations. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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a Nifty design 
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