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Acryliques sur bois - 2003



Aliens Enter the Conversation

By Greg Beatty

Aliens enter the Earth's atmosphere in saucers that zig and zag like lateral thoughts. Aliens enter the mind in mid-day, in dreams that don't know their place. Aliens enter the sky in the early morning as extra moons. Aliens enter the heart at night when anyone sees a star.

Aliens enter drug stores in disguise to pick up pulp magazines, knowing that every cover of Astounding is a post card love letter, and every story secretly screaming, "Wish you were here."


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