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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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1494146
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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149474
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My work is not that sexy and glamorous kind of time travel that you see in the movies with Deloreans and phone booths.
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149445
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The stick had a head and a face and a swirling robe, all etched in wood.
It was the 14th Dalai Lama.
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149464
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x ≥ ponds rise beyond where you & i have stood
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149431
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While waiting for the water to boil she formulated an excuse that the Saitos would be forced to accept as to why she must drop Isuko as a student. Suddenly the kettle sung out like a soprano, desperate to be silenced.
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149486
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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149425
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There is a whisper in the shadows
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149400
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“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.
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149461
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The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
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149475
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It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
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149441
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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149397
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We didn't know him from Adam...
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1493119
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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149361
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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149300
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Randy stood in the alley behind Krasnowski Construction with a loaded gun shoved down the front of his pants. His friend Todd was inside, unloading the safe. And when Todd walked out the door, Randy was going to shoot him in the face.
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149321
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As the jughead turned with a humph the old man muttered, "what a jerk." The jughead spun around and glared at the young black man and said, "Did you say that?" The old man laughed, raised his hand, looked up at the jughead and said, "I did." The jughead t
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149354
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My wife says you can tell the crooks from the cops from the cowboys at the taco truck across the street.
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149300
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You may be wondering, as is only natural, about the designated husband of our dear Princess.
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149333
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14931311
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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149397
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I remember the living room heater
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1493106
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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149364
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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149376
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Lonely kids only want this thing to go away and stay away. To not be lonely anymore. The lonely, uncool Kids have learned to be absolutely Still in the moment. Who does this fall to? They Haven't read enough Vonnegut for your liking? David Foster…
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149354
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Swatches of Chinese silk in vivid red and lavender fly through the air. My granddaughter in her mid-thirties reaches for the cloth. I see in her mirror a shape forming; a slim, gray haired woman with a spring in her step. I pause to admire my reflection and pass over the…
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1493103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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149243
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149211
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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149200
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I remember one time when we played strip poker in the basement of your house on Euclid Avenue, me, Terry, you and Andy. And I remember drinking lots of wine and fixing the deck so that you kept losing and having to take off all your clothes, and still you
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