Rummaging a-round in the subconscious last sleep or so produced rather a few treasurely bosons. They fit in my hand; smooth stone; green and green-black striations that blacken and glow along gradients of green, alternating; sometimes producing a swirl of nuclear lime like magic in the top-story vault of my brains. The swirl was never larger than
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