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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies They stop at the field stand for corn and oranges and decide to rest by the lake. The mine is closed. The sun, hot and spilling. The dam is quiet and dry. They spread the blanket and let the trance afternoon float by. Cloud stories. Castles and faces overhead. Rorschach shape shifters. Apparitions in the sky. "You ever think about..." he starts. "Um-hmm," she says. "...if there are, they're concealed among us," he says. "Then how would I know you're not one of them?" she asks leaning up on one elbow. "How would you know [i]you're[/i] not...?" he grins with his eyes closed. There's him and then there's everything else.