CENTRAL PROCESSING REF#47268

WS/CODENINE REF3 PSILINK

Another time she felt breezes blowing past her redolent with the aromas of onions or pine, or tasted strawberries, felt the color of stars splash through tears of laughter, felt cool glass under her fingertips. Perhaps she drank again, from something in a glass or cup, and the colors drained, leaving the scent of orange rind. Darkness swam through her belly.

Keywords: felt, glass

All text © 1986 Rob Swigart. "Portal : A Dataspace Retrieval" is available courtesy of the Author's Guild Backprint Programme. ISBN: 0595197841

Updated: Tue Dec 4 2001