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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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...the astonishing discovery...
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“No names,” she said. “I am the mysterious woman, and you are the handsome stranger.”
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143776
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She realised that things you can't prove can be more intimate than the things you know to be true.
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i.More and more, for Megan LeMaster, each beginning was its own end. She couldn't bear to buy flowers or dresses that seemed too beautiful. Friendships formed, endured, gave out in a handshake. Each deed in life had an immediate, inescapable…
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And I was going into the visions you get before you go to sleep. And I heard her moan. It was so beautiful. I moaned back. And she moaned again. And I did too. We pretended I guess that we didn’t hear each other. That we were moaning in our sleep.
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143756
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Being a grandparent is most joyous when deliberately subversive.
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Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
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14362116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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“What do you call this place?” I didn't really want to talk much in there. For some reason, talking felt too—linear. The words seemed to have a kind of reverberation into associations that seemed somewhat meaningless at the time.”
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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Public voice when he's tense.
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It’s not the money. The money’s/
just a way of keeping score.
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143676
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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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143611
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Almost 24 hours ago in Pakistan, Osama Bin Laden was sleeping just as he had slept every night for the hundreds of days prior; comfortable in a million dollar compound with his son and advisors around him...
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Occasionally, I look down and spit.
Not caring that it originates from
the deepest hole in my lungs,
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A man lives with a woman he loves enough to live with, but not enough to marry and not enough for kids. He knows he could love others enough to marry, enough for kids, but he's not the kind of man to find those women when he's with this woman.Sometimes “love”…
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143521
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She used to think of him as someone to entertain with charming lies, but things evolve in unexpected ways.
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143520
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I began to imagine the shadows, so rectilinear, were arcing and flowing. I saw shoulders moving, the sinewy upper shoulders of wolves running in a pack. . .
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14352014
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In the bearded sun, I see a golden goat.
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14351912
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A screaming comes across the brain
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This is what happened today.
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Vladimir and Estragon stood hunched at the corner of Ellis and Taylor in San Francisco's Tenderloin district. Bedraggled and spent, they looked dully around them at pretty much nothing. They could have been thirty, or maybe…
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143411
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His name was Atticus. Yes, exactly like that other Atticus you’re thinking of. Though it was more to do with his mother’s unnatural obsession with Gregory Peck and less to do with a love of classic novels (because Lord knows she scarcely read a thing
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143454
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just wondering what one does when age and job skills narrow one's career options
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My mother told me never to trust girls who speak from the side of their mouths. But Kat, with her rainbow bracelets and flat vans, can't speak any other way. A creature of A.D.D. and zip up leather, studded belt and the next No Wave, has mistaken me for the last…
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She refused to leave her parents to marry him.
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