Sally. The Children.

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“There’s no chance with the frozen ice conditions.

The mosquitoes have died off, that’s good, but
other than that we’re in trouble.”







green army men sat on his desk.

clock behind him  slowly on the wall.












Sally.   The children.


Every thing was infinite
and everything was zero.


Helicopters ran into each other. The pilots burned.
Safety Ropes
Safety Harnesses
hanging    in flames,
crisping in fire|
Rotating full speed : propellers : ground. Dead men. News.
Helicopters; rescue helicopters; observation planes;
birds soared til their feathers plucked out by
force air, fierce ire, oga-door oga-door.

Sally. The Children.




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