They sat on the sand by the beach
they sat alone afar from the rest
they sat silence with no clue,
if the and is moving or no,
I saw’em growing up drifting through time and space I
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For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the New speak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible.
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