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you want to soften the blow by asking, “What kind of poetry?”
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If someone were to ask—nobody would—she'd say she came because for a moment today she hadn't been able to remember the color of her mother's eyes.
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"Reality is overrated," said the teacher.
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A stately woman sat down next to me, gorgeous, silver hair in a crew cut, flowing black skirt, black tunic, and a wine red scarf. She swept into her chair with a delicious scent of lilacs. "I'm Katherine," she said in an alto voice. "I'm Robin. Nice to…
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This is how life should be.
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