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squirmeliaSome would have called us cockroaches, and some the disintegration of floating lost dreams.
All I knew was that it was trinitite I was scrambling across, trying to read the text that was eerily printed on what was once sand. The only sandcastles that existed now were made of words, and they were being lapped up by the crazed nuclear tide.
The first words I read were "jodi@zepler.org". I guess that is where any fragments of trinitite can be mailed to.
All I knew was that it was trinitite I was scrambling across, trying to read the text that was eerily printed on what was once sand. The only sandcastles that existed now were made of words, and they were being lapped up by the crazed nuclear tide.
The first words I read were "jodi@zepler.org". I guess that is where any fragments of trinitite can be mailed to.