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Hope Springs Infernal?

Dear Virtual FriendA gentle sunshine strokes my face and a light breeze caresses my lustrous hair. The fresh scent of cut grass fills my nostrils, and the sweet Spring air is filled with birdsong.  I lie back on the warm ground, and stretch out my lithe and muscular body..

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In Cyber Space, No One Can Hear You Scream

Dear Virtual FriendMay I call you that?  I’ve no idea whether you’re reading this in Bombay , Barcelona or Basingstoke, but I need to feel someone out there, even a complete stranger whom I’m never met, actually cares about me.  Today my whole life was turned upside down, and I don’t know who I am anymore.  I feel like that chap in Kafka’s ‘Metamorphosis’, only I haven’t even turned into a beetle, but something much further down the insect pecking order –  a wood louse or carpet bug, perhaps.

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