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Fan corals and rays. Eels hiding among the rocks. Conch shells and spiny urchins. And the clouds of fish moving together, even the small ones perfect miniatures, their jewel tones flashing in the sun.
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"I need the space above me," she said. "I need the feeling of windows and light, and the candles and flowers remind me what I'm supposed to be doing. I like to fill the spaces above the pews with my voice, I like to surround everyone listening."
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She was standing alone near a corner in the newly chilled evening air. The headlights illuminated everything about her: the purple dress, the gold chain on her waist, her shoes. She leaned down to the window I'd opened, her face framed in the sudden light
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Her picture popped up near the name. I was a little relieved. The photo was black and white, like you'd see on the back of a musical program. She'd shrunk her publicity still.
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I am the coarsest of craftsmen, a rough carpenter, an unrefined framer. The rooms I build are simply painted or lacquered. But there are other kinds of craftsmen. Some are jade carvers, some turn alabaster. And some, the best among us, work in pure amber.
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Have you ever described a woman as “attractive?” What did you mean when you said it? That you felt yourself being pulled closer to her, almost against your intent or your will, as if you were some powerless scrap of iron, and she was magnetic?
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A story for Valentine's Day
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I wanted her wearing nothing but perfume, wrapped only in the smoke of new incense, a single bangle on her wrist. Maybe some pearls, her skin still dripping water from diving to gather them.
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C.O, we ran a few schemes past you, Cabron! Camelita with three cigarettes
tucked inside her French braid. Her mother was cool. She left her needles
behind after she was escorted to Grants, pine cones embedded
in the dirt-floor bedroom our teen-t
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Bisexual, crazy, an adulteress, I am
not, was never in thought or deed--In Miami, I only took him to his home to be held by the gentle phallus of conscience, empathy, remorse--All we did was done...
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"Don't you worry about the snow--just trust the source..."
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