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My grandmother was born on a wooden table, in a dark kitchen, in a blue house, in an apple orchard. When she was seven and complained of a sore throat, the same doctor who birthed her took her tonsils out on that rough-hewn table where she was born, where
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A friend of a friend of a friend was less fortunate and got knocked up at the worst possible time; rumor had it some vindictive bitch’d taken a safety pin to the condoms.
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Once upon a time a queen was blessed with twin sons, which she named Nosch and Amiaivel.
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When you purchased this stone-backed cottage with its iron-flanked façade and ten untidy acres fronting an abandoned trail, you knew you’d buy a horse. It had been a dream of yours as far back as childhood.
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But here it was, Friday afternoon with Deborah checking MySpace for interesting bulletins or messages before she made some weekend plans, finding a blog from Fred posted that same morning with two simple sentences.
"I know. I've known for a long time.
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“Charlie was right about you, Nan,” she said in a voice of pure defeat. “You are a gentle spirit. And probably too good for people like us.”
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There was a hole in my tooth. It wouldn't let anything go.
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"Her actions in the city seemed invariably designed to destroy that person, which she’d worked so hard all her life to become."
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We could kiss under the elder tree, even though it was forbidden, even though we were drowned by the noise of the river and nothing we said was right
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I’ve been silent for a long time. All my life, actually. And it never occurred to me whether or not that was a bad thing.
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If we hope to survive current global implications...
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There's a mutual recognition...
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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