Subject: RE: screaming heebies
From: Sean Draine (seandr@microsoft.com)
Date: Thu May 31 2001 - 13:52:47 GMT
Scottie:
The wind blows in across the plain from the sea & out on the flat
places of the ramparts the grasses & the wild flowers bend in the
wind.
The poppies are like showers of fresh blood. The stones bake
under the sun with the small sounds of summer. On one of them
a lizard waits, unmoving. It is cool & pleasant out of the sun &
the wind, resting under the wall in the shade of one of the gates
of the city.
Where am I?
I'd say you're in a Hemingway novel, but I'm don't know which.
-Sean
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