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Prosies - the dark well
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Prosies
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May 25, 2004 She is like a glass-smooth mirror lake, with dark, cold water beneath it. A different kind of water, the Scorpio. Hidden depths. Still waters running deep, but not like the rapids, nor with a killing undertow. More like the cisterns that held the promise of the Fremen's future on Dune. On Sunday, May 16, while the world was celebrating front of the Cambridge City Hall, while our people moved one step closer to liberation, she and I nestled in a kind of cocoon, asleep in my room. She put her hand over her heart and said "you're in here." With her dark Italian eyes, it has the meaning it had the first time someone said it. I'm happy.
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