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Ancestry.com The Liverpool census in 1851 lists him:Thirteen years old, Irish. Occupation: beggar. Only that. I will do more for him.I will see him in torn jacket and too-short pants singing all day of the fields, the cliffs,…
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1928159
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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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192821
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Mower hits a rock and the blades scream.
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192800
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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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192873
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We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
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192821
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People crawling up out of the chimney, then onto the roof, then sliding down it and off over the edge disappearing from view.
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192854
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While space and time opened up for us, the ground accelerated its attempts to devour the astronaut. Grasses grew up around his edges. Seeds propagated in the folds of his suit, tendrils found their way into the mysterious holes for the missing hoses that
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192821
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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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192853
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We have read your book, but regret to inform you that it is insufficient. This is not to say that you as a person are insufficient, simply that your writing is. When you asked us what percentage of manuscripts we found sufficient, we told you, “Less tha
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192744
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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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1927105
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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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192799
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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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192731
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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192772
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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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1927115
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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19271310
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He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
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192730
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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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192610
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He searched for something deserving of the word “bestowed,” something so rare as to horrify the clerics of ordinariness.
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192611
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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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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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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192620
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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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1925129
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What happened later that evening is unclear. When Mickey got back to his quarters, he was in good spirits. Buoyant even.
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19251111
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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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192582
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“What are you doing after this?” I asked, faking a self confidence I didn’t truly posses at fifteen. I didn’t seem to realize that I wasn’t old enough for any of the clubs they’d go to. I’d heard that fans sometimes followed the band to an after-party.
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1925108
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"What mouths could not say, hands did."
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192586
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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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1925173
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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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192531
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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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