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To: epicure who wrote (4102)	10/25/1997 2:49:00 AM
From: Drygulch Dan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

The deserted windswept sands silently echoed the pounding rhythm of surging surf; a lone forelorn figure approached the nearest rise and gazed northwards upwards at the grassy hillock and cliff overhanging the coastline marking the Westernmost boundary of this continent he had been crossing. In the rapidly fading sunset he glanced around as if to reassure himself that this was in fact the location, endless sands stretched away to the south and to the west was a boundless watery vista contained only by the cloudless sky at the horizon... "Dadgum iffen I musta upped an misjudged the time, woulda swarn a feller coulda gotten here sooner. Iffen it hadn'ta been for that dadblamed market or that half-crazed mule I'da been here 4 months sooner. Party must be over by now..." "I take umbrage, ah say I take extreme umbrage towards this here market!" As the old prospector sullenly poked around he noticed the corner of a glossy lookin sheet of paper mostly hidden in the sand. His leathered hand reached down and gently eased the picture from the grainy clutch. He held it up close and in the dusky faint light a smile crackled and danced across his sunburnt roughened countenance: techstocks.com