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We (everybody, I’m guessing) are currently floating along the digital tide, peering out through the translucent and pliable—but potentially fragile—vistas of Web 2.0, the rubble of the revolution baking on a treeless island behind us, the glistening, mineral-rich sand of possibility strewn along the shoreline just over the lip of the bow—whichever direction the bow lay in a bubble.

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We (everybody, I’m guessing) are currently floating along the digital tide, peering out through the translucent and pliable—but potentially fragile—vistas of Web 2.0, the rubble of the revolution baking on a treeless island behind us, the glistening, mineral-rich sand of possibility strewn along the shoreline just over the lip of the bow—whichever direction the bow lay in a bubble.

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We (everybody, I’m guessing) are currently floating along the digital tide, peering out through the translucent and pliable—but potentially fragile—vistas of Web 2.0, the rubble of the revolution baking on a treeless island behind us, the glistening, mineral-rich sand of possibility strewn along the shoreline just over the lip of the bow—whichever direction the bow lay in a bubble.

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We (everybody, I’m guessing) are currently floating along the digital tide, peering out through the translucent and pliable—but potentially fragile—vistas of Web 2.0, the rubble of the revolution baking on a treeless island behind us, the glistening, mineral-rich sand of possibility strewn along the shoreline just over the lip of the bow—whichever direction the bow lay in a bubble.