Article: 261512 of talk.bizarre From: Andrew Solberg <firstname.lastname@example.org> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: 64x100 Date: 1 Dec 1995 21:38:43 -0500 Organization: iTRiBE Mail to News Gateway Lines: 29 Sender: email@example.com Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] X-Provider: iTRiBE, Inc <URL: http://www.itribe.net/> X-Gateway: Posted via the iTRiBE News<->Email gateway X-Disclaimer: iTRiBE, Inc. neither endorses nor assumes any responsibility for the contents of this posting. Status: O THE PALMS OF ALTAMIRA ********************* 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. -- This post is COPYRIGHT 1995, Andrew Solberg. All rights reserved. Standard usenet distribution is acceptable; other forms of reproduction or reprinting may be considered in violation of international copyright law. Andrew Solberg is HWRNMNBSOL: email@example.com, Math Dept., Rice U.