Article: 261512 of talk.bizarre
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Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:38:43 -0500
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The palms of Altamira sway gently, but there is no breeze.

I can remember basking under those palms.  Those were days of
leisure and luxury.  No more basking at Altamira, where day and
night alternate every thirty-five seconds.

Nobody's sure what perturbed Charon and hurtled it our way, but
the aim couldn't have been better.

A mass of andesite passes before my optics.  Chimborazo?  I'll
never know.  But I'd recognize Altamira anywhere.

And that ragged meteor used to be Altamira.  The Caribbean's
evaporated, but I know those palms, tumbling into space.

A million shards of Earth could never hide them.

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