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Like a prostitute that insulates her feelings while serving up her body to a strange man for his gratify-cation, by calling up memories of the boys who had loved her in her youth: these girls were intent on making insulating memories for themselves, too Amateur. And there was the item of discussion that the peoples of that planet had very little of the ‘Benson gene heritage’ common in the old planet and the planet Benson, because it was not as general in the time of the sending out of the San Francisco Seeder ships as it was in that present time. A simulated one, but still profoundly experienced and profoundly felt

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. . Flakes like ash from sky Cold burnt immolation Past under winter’s blanket Passed over embrace Face lost, drifted under soon Life’s noon met and pondered Soon squandered hastily One loved wastefully Mourned Life lived chastely Scorned Price bid, false reckoned ‘Come now…’ winter beckoned me ‘Come now…” winter threatened me “More poems, Shen?” a voice said, breaking my reverie