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“What we need now,” he said, “Is new ideas.” They started to fall like snowflakes on that late sharp November evening when we first saw the altered light, over the Alpine lake surrounded by cities who’s population, as discerned through quick perusal of the census charts, fluctuated with unprecedented irregularity, reminding you of Andolian snow-capped mountain peaks. You  followed bits of this, like normal, But found a pattern did not emerge. The orange was sharp, **** and beautiful. Thousands were pulling their Geiger counters out of closets filled with unused sports equipment, scarves, cleaning supplies, and brick-a-brac. We pointed to tell-tail streaks left down the hallway, but the planters never bloomed.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Trained Shadows
“What we need now,” he said, “Is new ideas.” They started to fall like snowflakes on that late sharp November evening when we first saw the altered light, over the Alpine lake surrounded by cities who’s population, as discerned through quick perusal of the census charts, fluctuated with unprecedented irregularity, reminding you of Andolian snow-capped mountain peaks. You  followed bits of this, like normal, But found a pattern did not emerge. The orange was sharp, **** and beautiful. Thousands were pulling their Geiger counters out of closets filled with unused sports equipment, scarves, cleaning supplies, and brick-a-brac. We pointed to tell-tail streaks left down the hallway, but the planters never bloomed.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
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