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@ -21,9 +21,9 @@ malevolence upon my brunch. Ezri would be inspired. Have any of
you had pancakes before? They're like a fluff of starch and egg
and rolled out flat. Sweet too, usually. Grandpa says the 'verse
has all different foods, but I hope you all have pancakes. They're
proper celestial as damn. We used some of Jacinda's gold stuff on
them and it was as good as the syrups. Real tea and pancakes,
playdream it.
proper celestial as damn. We used some of Jacinda's golden buggo
sap on them and it was as good as the syrups. Real tea and
pancakes, playdream it.
Maybe after school I'll skid out to Jacinda's den and meet her
buggos and learn to be propper ruggd too. Ezri would lose it. It's

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Went fishing today and I actually caught something! It wasn't much
of a something so we put it back in the lake to get bigger. I was
the only one that caught anything, though, so I win. Emmi forever!
The caves below grandpa's den stretch down a clip or two but the
lake isn't so far and there's juice the whole way since this town
is mostly classy bodies that finished their service already. When
you age out of service it's pretty common here to find a den with
loads of hobbies and friends nearby, like grandpa did. I love the
parkways with proper lights too. The greenery is so lush you can
imagine you're walking surface-side through a garden. The air
feels clean and crispy too. Grandpa claims he can walk all the way
to the lake with his eyes closed by the smell of the greens.
When we skidded down to lake-level there were no other bodies. The
parkway there opens into a great dome over the water that the
'geers left raw with stalactites. They drip-drip very slowly into
the pool below with hollow echoes that you can't proper hear
unless everyone stays very still and quiet. But that's sort of
what fishing is, earnest truth. Mum talks a bit too much but but
then grandpa gives her a look. Her words dry up and the peace is
back upon us. I close my eyes and the drips are like church bells.
My head goes crazy with playdreams in the deep quiet. I don't know
what to write about that.
We made it a picnic, which is a wild word to say. Pick-Nick.
I suss it means you bring food with you where you're going, which
doesn't seem like it needs a special word at all. I bring my food
to school every day, but that's not a picnic. It's a classy word,
says mum, which at least makes sense. None of the classy old world
guz makes much sense if you ask me. Grandpa did say I should try
to use more of that in these wires to you. 'E says you might not
know about our proper talks here. I thought he was making fancy
again with the truth at first but some of the things I've read on
the QEC sound proper strange.
Anywise, Uusi Jyväskylä has been a great holiday. Grandpa's razzy
and so is his quirky little town. Even so, I'll be joyed to see my
friends again soon. I miss Ezri and Johanna fierce as damn.

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0SNCF68B - Cave Fishing /SNCF68B/03-cave-fishing.txt
0SNCF68B - Jacinda /SNCF68B/02-jacinda.txt
0S. S. Poseidon - S. S. Poseidon MicroBlog #001 /S. S. Poseidon/Poseidon MicroBlog 001.txt
0SNCF68B - Hello Worlds /SNCF68B/01-hello-worlds.txt

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<title>Cosmic Voyage</title>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage</link>
<description>Messages from the human stellar diaspora</description>
<item>
<title>SNCF68B - Cave Fishing</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/03-cave-fishing.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/03-cave-fishing.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2020 14:21:50 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Went fishing today and I actually caught something! It wasn't much
of a something so we put it back in the lake to get bigger. I was
the only one that caught anything, though, so I win. Emmi forever!
The caves below grandpa's den stretch down a clip or two but the
lake isn't so far and there's juice the whole way since this town
is mostly classy bodies that finished their service already. When
you age out of service it's pretty common here to find a den with
loads of hobbies and friends nearby, like grandpa did. I love the
parkways with proper lights too. The greenery is so lush you can
imagine you're walking surface-side through a garden. The air
feels clean and crispy too. Grandpa claims he can walk all the way
to the lake with his eyes closed by the smell of the greens.
When we skidded down to lake-level there were no other bodies. The
parkway there opens into a great dome over the water that the
'geers left raw with stalactites. They drip-drip very slowly into
the pool below with hollow echoes that you can't proper hear
unless everyone stays very still and quiet. But that's sort of
what fishing is, earnest truth. Mum talks a bit too much but but
then grandpa gives her a look. Her words dry up and the peace is
back upon us. I close my eyes and the drips are like church bells.
My head goes crazy with playdreams in the deep quiet. I don't know
what to write about that.
We made it a picnic, which is a wild word to say. Pick-Nick.
I suss it means you bring food with you where you're going, which
doesn't seem like it needs a special word at all. I bring my food
to school every day, but that's not a picnic. It's a classy word,
says mum, which at least makes sense. None of the classy old world
guz makes much sense if you ask me. Grandpa did say I should try
to use more of that in these wires to you. 'E says you might not
know about our proper talks here. I thought he was making fancy
again with the truth at first but some of the things I've read on
the QEC sound proper strange.
Anywise, Uusi Jyväskylä has been a great holiday. Grandpa's razzy
and so is his quirky little town. Even so, I'll be joyed to see my
friends again soon. I miss Ezri and Johanna fierce as damn.
</pre>]]></description>
</item>
<item>
<title>SNCF68B - Jacinda</title>
<author>tomasino@cosmic.voyage (tomasino)</author>
<link>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/02-jacinda.txt</link>
<guid>gopher://cosmic.voyage/0/SNCF68B/02-jacinda.txt</guid>
<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2020 22:25:50 GMT</pubDate>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2020 13:37:14 GMT</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[<pre>
Ereyesterday mum and I zipped over to Tulindberg for brunch with
her friend Jacinda at this little café with classy tables and real
@ -32,9 +81,9 @@ malevolence upon my brunch. Ezri would be inspired. Have any of
you had pancakes before? They're like a fluff of starch and egg
and rolled out flat. Sweet too, usually. Grandpa says the 'verse
has all different foods, but I hope you all have pancakes. They're
proper celestial as damn. We used some of Jacinda's gold stuff on
them and it was as good as the syrups. Real tea and pancakes,
playdream it.
proper celestial as damn. We used some of Jacinda's golden buggo
sap on them and it was as good as the syrups. Real tea and
pancakes, playdream it.
Maybe after school I'll skid out to Jacinda's den and meet her
buggos and learn to be propper ruggd too. Ezri would lose it. It's

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<pre>
Sep 20, 2020:
- 'freesweep', a minesweeper clone, is installed in games
Sep 13, 2020:
- 'botany' installed. grow your virtual plants with the community