
Anya Johanna DeNiro 路 2007
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This is where I end and you begin. That, at least, is what I want to think. I don鈥檛 know you. Perhaps one day I will. But this Implementation-rather, its copies-are my seeds blowing to the wind. The palm-parsers, their oak gears whirring, will be pressed into hands long after I finish this. Hands like yours. A metatextual work of interactive fiction by Anya Johanna DeNiro.
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