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From: | Elicia Macke |
Subject: | Re: digester wit |
Date: | Wed, 21 Dec 2005 04:05:17 -0500 |
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mountains, twilight descending, prelude to darkness. And it was the
darkness that Jason Bourne craved; it was his friend and ally, the
blackness in which he moved swiftly, with sure feet and alert hands and
arms that served as sensors against all the impediments of nature. The
jungles had welcomed him in the past, knowing that although he was an
intruder he respected them and used them as a part of him. He did not
fear the jungles, he embraced them, for they protected him and allowed
him passage to accomplish whatever his objective was; he was at one with
the jungles-as he would have to be with the dense woods that flanked the
estate of General Norman Swayne.
The main house was set back no less than the distance of two football
fields from the country road. A stockade fence separated the entrance on |
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