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Vikings The press that stills strategy, done as well as humans can do. “Very” qualifies as an adverb, even here, even now. Incredible impact! That place anymore, the key phrase, I swear. The whole of the instant up to something different. The very next brush tempts fate, exactly. Some figurative ashes keep us occupied until the Jello is suddenly served. Building backwards, from the top down, as they say, serves us better if we can stop just short of the ground. Home things: heavy-lidded. Deep-storage rare. They were such a handsome family. Scene Two. Delicious raiders that they were, the Vikings pillaged excessively, but without destroying the chickens that laid, so to speak, their golden eggs. Private lists give the dates of their incursions, their swift strikes against unsuspecting, though not necessarily innocent, farmers. After all, he is from Barcelona. I find that extraordinary. High-pressure paragraphs floated in the blue, near vertical evening. The festivities ended abruptly amid calamities and mild indifferences. Grandma is useless because there’s nothing to say. If I say I am reading, I am reading and that is that. To speak bluntly, I found him overly deferential. Walking the footpaths along the cliffs, waiting for the fog to roll in, lift, roll in again. Crows in the far field. Crows in the near field. Autumn driving down the road in her shiny new limosine. Do translate this, word for word. Nuts and bolts, I’d like to explain them, but dare not. About thirty, she thought. O, her raddled memory. Doors, fumes, sky. Which of us hasn’t dreamt of a Goo- Gone of the spirit? A strategic one of benign neglect. Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] [log in to unmask] http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org/hsr.html