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There was a person who came onto the FFML.  She wrote bizzare 

passages,

full of evocative images.  She did not explain what she was up to, nor
did she respond to other's attempt to further the story.

Sterman looked looked at the writings with a mixture of puzzlement,
frustration, and a sneaking admiration for the style.  Alas, the first
two emotions were much stronger than the last.

Sterman would appreciate these passages much more if he knew what the
heck was going on.

Sterman shrugged, and moved on.


The Sterman

Okay, so I haven't quite gotten over my Zen-ish tendencies yet...

Would it help you if I said, "All good things come to those who wait?"

The Acolyte and her alter-ego