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the more I learn about language and cultures, the more I see that the Western way of seeing and dealing with their world is basically and tragically f..
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One of my best friends in junior-high, who I hadn't seen for years took his life. I walked the woods where he ended his life. He was so talented; a na..
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Something forgotten
On the way home, waiting on the platform,
I search my book bag for a piece of gum or a mint.
The in-coming train screeches ..
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I Love You times three
The tip of a leaf,
A grain of sand,
The buried heart
Of a still born man;
All these are
But facets of the One,
The Creat..
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