GridcosmLevel 10 of 4091
Started on Apr 20, 1997.
Completed on Apr 21, 1997.
Grid poemAvoiding the menacing stare of a faceplate shielding out the harmful rays of and nothing like being built Deciding to take a nap, her hand released the wind into the white secret history of mechanised love. Should we, must we be silly to the unheaded as to the hearthless?
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This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.