1932 10 5
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It’s a song you knew once, begin to remember now: You’ve had this dream before.
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193221
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He’d been wishing for months that he’d bought a retro clothing store. He would have called it HARRY’S HOARY HOSERRY. He would have met a better class of women.
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193299
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“Have you ever thought what stars are made of?”
“No,” he said.
The man nodded seriously. “I hadn’t either. Not until I met the Star Catcher. He told me all the stars in the universe are actually coins. Coins! Big coins. Small coins. Different colors
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193211
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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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1932159
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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193200
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19321812
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She had loved sleeping in Todd’s arms at night, hearing the soft tinkle of crystal above her when cool drafts moved through the house, his hand wandering over the swell of her belly.
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193282
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193200
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7
We sat in Darrell's truck in the deserted silent world of the down-trodden industrial area of West Berkeley, where no one in his right mind went at five in the morning. "Put the gun away, Darrell," I said. "I mean it."
"I can't help but keep
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19321412
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Behind them all, in the background, a tray of vodka tonics waits on a glass table, the limes losing color as they drown.
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193221
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The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
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193297
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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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193255
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He moved his rotten breath closer to my mouth, like he wanted to twirl his tongue around just to see how it felt.
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1932114
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The parallels have become too numerous, and too striking, to ignore.
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193144
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People were just doing it.
Doing it everywhere. On lawn chairs and stray patio cushions and watching. Watching every one do it.
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193174
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1931173
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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1931115
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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193121
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Mower hits a rock and the blades scream.
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193120
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The morning sun rose up over the flat prairie, and the powdery snow crunched as you walked on it, and the air was so crisp it hurt as you took a breath. That is good, I thought. That is how you knew you were alive, and I was truly very alive, and there was not much to do so…
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193130
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the white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight
you close your eyes
and listen to it undress
and suppress, suppress
you listen to it undress
while you yourself hang lifeless
in your own arms
not meaning to do yourself any
harm, not
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193000
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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193020
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“What was that about?” Keiko asked as she gingerly separated the lily from the wrapping and the baby's breath and examined the flower. Keiko unbound the lily and noticed that the stem seemed strong. The flower no longer needed the support of the wire, and
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193086
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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193000
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A Nonfiction Behind the Scenes look at how the Arcana Magi Universe came to existence.
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193032
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Teaching never occurred to me in college. I took workshops and wrote often. Friends and classmates, meanwhile, switched from studio majors to Art Education, or from English to Certification. Not me. Teaching high-schoolers would be all wrong. Briefly, I…
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193072
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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193064
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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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193031
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Over fifty plastic flamingos stood silently at attention... as if eating sea urchins out of our lawn.
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193089
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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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