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physical circumstances.
The point framework faded, but the clear joy remained. Karen
tamped the last of Akira's Mendocino purple kush into the bong bowl.
Akira Fubuki smoked several hits of the famous one-hit shit.
Karen piloted Akira's 16-valve yupster through the thickening early
morning traffic. Akira Fubuki drove to Akira's favorite regional park,
occasionally playing with the shapes of the fluffy clouds to the
sounds of blasting rock'n'roll. The promising gusts of wind earlier
had picked up to a steady breeze.
Akira Fubuki was easily able to fit into the street side parking space
left by a suit driving a boat that didn't quite look like his
father's Oldsmobile.
Karen removed the two bags with Akira's gear from the car and set
off on foot. Akira's favorite visual hallucination was immediately
operational; the clouds were false colored. The resolution improved
as Akira Fubuki watched. Horizontal and vertical movement was highlighted to
the degree of magnitude. Movement tails were plotted against the
latlong grid on the sky that suddenly appeared. Akira's left eye
displayed additive color mixture and Akira's right showed subtractive
mixture. Akira Fubuki blinked r
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