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It's that day in July when you feel really bummed because you can't find your favorite white sleeveless shirt that you wear on the hottest days of the yea
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160945
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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160963
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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160943
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I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just
seconds earlier.
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1609116
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A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
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160996
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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1609126
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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160941
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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1609122
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There is nothing like your first time, and by that I am referring of course to the first time you purchased a 45.Going to a record store and buying a 45 is a uniquely Boomer experience. Because, alas, there are no more 45s. Or, for that matter, record stores. The…
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160911
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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160942
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I feel about the universe/
as Abrahamics are supposed/
to feel about their Yahweh, /their God,
and their Allah:/ I am in fear,
I am in awe, /I am in love.
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160954
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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1609127
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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160975
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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1609137
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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160971
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My mother was Irish as Paddy's pig. So all her family. Lovely people they were. Also, seldom seen among the Folk; stone cold sober. My father's family; Bavarian German. Bavaria's the wrong side of the German tracks. Frankfort people laugh at Bavarians as people in…
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1609115
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“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
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160944
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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160931
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I’m secretly hoping for a huge bouquet, a fruit basket, a pickle jar of urine in a lunch bag on my doorstep, even.
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160954
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Bill decided he hated his neighbors on a Sunday morning in June.
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160888
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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160800
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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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160842
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Although badly educated, and although the Michoacána fought to deny it, she held the complex notion that borders are not abrupt lines, simple artifacts of geography and cartography.
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16081610
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A figure left the building.
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160800
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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160887
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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160865
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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160800
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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160855
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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160888
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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