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i have returned to the home basin for a closing 1.5-2 hour spell of editorializing. tommorow AM will be a time of horrific feats of copy editing and god knows a tossed-off segue paragraph thrown in here and there.
but i think i'm rounding the top of the dune, at this point. i think the lunar shuttle has found its Wal Mart parking lot, to coin a very popular(, practically ubiquitous) phrase.
thanks to everybody who read along as i loaded brain matter into the slingshot and slung it forth. or - horror! - am i celebrating too soon?
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