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At midnight the chrysalis splits and the female moth emerges, her six-inch wingspan rumpled, her mouthless segmented torso limber and curved like a smile. The male's there waiting for her. With a shudder of fragile patterns they mate, knotting…
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In the night, a several-hundred-pound Black Bear scaled our neighbor’s back fence, bounded down the gravel footpath between our houses and, confused by the people and lights, followed his instincts up a large pine tree across the street...
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The proud, burly tree / Rests on the now crashed TV / Thanks a lot, nature
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[Her adviser] looked at her and tilted his head, smiling. Over his shoulder she saw the M104 bus cruising up Broadway, and considered diving under it. Instead she took off toward the corner, in shame, and he followed. When they parted ways, he took her ha
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He tames. He has always tamed. See the peacocks he's named for, see them perched to each side of his throne. Docile, quiet, collared little pets. Such proud, loud birds - they might as well be mute sparrows now.
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My mate and I are owned, but have freedom to take to the endless sky.
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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In a release of pleasure
Her rain fell to the ground
Mingling with the
Essence of the Earth
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As a typical modern American, raising chickens seemed a throw-back to the olden days, kind of like smoking your own hams or pounding your clothes on rocks down by the river. Still, it was my fantasy.
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... threads are nasty things / That snag and pull and tear the cloth / And will not let me be.
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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You're a good dog, she whispered to him, a good brave dog. Her face was tight with soap.
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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