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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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134554
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At night, we’d sleep in our usual spots on the edge of the bed - Becca on the left, me on the right with Hanna in the middle as before the accident.
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134543
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
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134500
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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134577
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i waited for the moon last night for hoursfell asleep with the record player on and dreamedof rain running downgutters of sea glass housesthe sun nudged me awakeand she served me toasthe's not serious,she saidhe's half baked,full of…
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134531
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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134541
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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134411
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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134400
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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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134432
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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134421
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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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134443
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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134443
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My accordion's name is Sophia and she is from Italy. She was born in fairytale fashion, the way my life in Madrid can sometimes be. A great and nurturing friend gathered money from many friends in our village, to buy me an accordion for my birthday. It was…
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134484
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134464
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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134455
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I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
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134431
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134397
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communication/
with the dead
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134355
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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134300
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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134398
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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134300
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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134332
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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134352
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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134342
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Outbreaks of mass communal dancing—sometimes referred to as “choreomania”—occurred in Europe with some frequency in Europe between the 14th and the 18th centuries.
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134354
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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134300
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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134332
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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134366
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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