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so maybe I should just stick a pin into a wall map
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And God said, Let us create a being in our image, after our likeness, for God was alone in the universe.
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and all the beautiful girls are in the river
And they went in dirty
But they came out clean
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The painting was on loan from a gallery in Chicago. We stood there connecting the dots.
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I peel off my shorts and tee-shirt, step out of my shoes, and crawl into bed. She wakes up then. "Oh, my goodness," she says.
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Blending in at a rock concert in ballet flats was harder than she thought it would be. The heavy eye makeup and lit cigarette she never brought to her lips put her somewhere between “Trying Too Hard” and “Bless Her Heart.” But she was here for…
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She first asked him to marry her when she was five, when 'marry me' meant 'I like you more than anybody else' and she loved everybody around her who was nice to her. And he was so very nice to her. …
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A white man stopped by today. Said the government hired him to talk to us ex-slaves about those times way back when. With so many out of work in this here Depression, a job's a job, I reckon.
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The past operates with incredible gravity. Powerful, efficient, deceptive. Thin, sleek cords sent out by it attach themselves to your back, your legs, your buttocks, the back of your head. Resist. Walk. One leg after another. Easy does it, like a baby. Do
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There are so many things I'm missing; I've become so forgetful in the year since you've been gone.
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I lever a bb into the chamber and slide the door open. I step through and close it quick because the dogs know that sound.
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All through their descent sequence K’var had nervous premonitions.
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The hairs on my arm lift with the breeze; a haunting breath from the open window carrying night-scented stock from the black-shrouded garden.
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Ronnie Thomley banged on our door early one morning. He runs heavy machinery for Willie Thrift, the pond man. He showed up at our place in the pine woods of panhandle Florida driving a compact air-conditioned tractor equipped with a front-loaded rotary…
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Listen to me, at the end of all things, and I will tell you her story.
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