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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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170543
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Prabo was late.
It wasn’t like him, I thought, sitting on the steps of the Galle Face Hotel, the Indian Ocean pounding the beach abutting the nearby Galle Face Green and spraying fine mist everywhere. Or at least it didn’t seem like him.
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170544
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When I got that brain tumor I hallucinated this crazy doctor. Dr. Doug. He came into my…
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Light slunk in from under a door, but just a sliver.
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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170553
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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Twenty-two tornadoes tore through Toronto, spiraling steel and stone to the streets where she stood, texting her best friend.
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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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170588
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If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.
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This time, he didn’t admire the fish for very long. He was close to shore and tossed it up on the rocks. Before the fish could flop its way back to the water, Quentin lobbed a broad stone at its head.
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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17042011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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170444
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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I love going fast. The last bank I robbed didn't know what hit them.
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I had enough judgment, anger and vengefulness from the people around me in the steel town of Pueblo, Colorado, where I was growing up. I didn’t need more from my God.
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In the grip of a bad dream, she bolted awake, thinking she had heard the nightsounds of a tomcat crawling around her property.
It was some dreaded hour before dawn; she had no idea when. Her small, frail body was stiff, her breasts swollen and sore to
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This Tippy’s name was Cheryl — something both of them were so far not committing to paper or saying. Unusual in a salesman, she thought. He is insincere and intends to sell her something.
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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170344
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A tough enough signal to read under the best of meteoric circumstances, this is one maybe I'll keep on thinking about. I might be able to make something everlasting out of this crazy shamble for love after all. I no longer…
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170376
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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17031911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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170384
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We brought oxygen with us because we knew, everyone knows, there is no air on Mars. Everyone told us this as they waved goodbye back on Earth. Jay's mom even said, “Goodbye, honey, have a nice time and remember, there's no air on Mars. Are you aware of that?”…
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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What was so bad about other religions that their followers were automatically condemned to eternal damnation? The priests were so convincing when they claimed Christ was the only true way.
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Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
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Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
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