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I Was a Companion Once I was companion of the creation’s sweetness beloved of each beauty and joy the sea would smile at me the forest hid me among them I was always most daring. Once a passing young man met me smiling at a flower bud let’s go along together he told me with his melodic voice and his welcoming hand his words haven’t yet settled in my glance when waters took away the voice suddenly myrrh put my heart to sleep and he went faraway never to return and all the companions who loved me left every sweet and joyous part of life dreams I gave them they scattered into the Night and the flower bud isn’t talking to me anymore.
Entertainment, trading by then at around 5 dollars per share, and he also bought her a good position in Wheaton, Frankie’s new company and some shares of Platinum Properties, both of which were around a dollar per share. Eteo was sure that mix would do well for Ariana, and when he told her what he had done with her money, she smiled and gave him a hot kiss to confirm her agreement. His memories of that sweet moment were interrupted by Helena, informing him that George Beaton, the mining engineer, was there to see him. “Good morning, Eteo,” George said as he walked in and shook Eteo’s hand. “Good morning George. How have you been?” “I’m good Eteo, and you? How’s the crazy VSE treating you?” “Well enough, I guess, for all its ups and downs. What have got for me?” George opened his briefcase, took out a couple of maps, spread them on Eteo’s desk, and located a property in North British Columbia. One map showed the general location and road access, while the more detailed map showed faults and areas where work had been done by previous owners. “Quite a bit of work has been done on this property but the previous owners let it lapse. I don’t know why. From all the indications, it deserves further work, even drilling.” “Hey, let’s not rush to judgment, George,” Eteo cautioned, “if it really is ready for drilling, why did they let it lapse and without even trying to sell it or at least organize a joint venture?” “Like I said, I don’t know why they let it lapse, but it definitely looks very good to me. I’ve staked a large position around it to protect the main part, and it makes a very good prospectus.” “Do you think it would go through the system without a lot of fanfare? Do you have solid reports on it?” “I guarantee it. It comes with a good recommendation from my firm,” George insisted. “Do you have a home for it?” “I’m registering one as we speak.” “Who’s doing the filing?” “Rebecca Horton”
How did I truly dare to believe that I could escape I, who was just a man, temporary dwelling of fear while the gods stood silently behind the peplum perhaps even they were in fear “what do you dream of?” I often asked and during the sundown the owl was heard far away while someone cried outside the door since the lives we’ll never live are here and they push us aside like the big shadow of beggars by the wall while they stretch their arms further, thin and uncertain, as if you couldn’t know which is their true existence.
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