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*** I am ill-suited to wear the suit of a patriarch; I can barely take care of myself. My claim to fame: I was sane enough..

*** I could try to explain why but does anyone really know what it's like to be another person? What SWAT team ..

*** In Paris, rattles come from beneath the streets, what's left of those who came before are they rising from thei..

*** I see five Gala apples in the woven basket on the table and five of us trying to decide what to do -- when they're gone..

*** There is gentleness in morning light a wash of watercolor with a soft sable brush. There is dismay at noon..

*** Behind clean glass the wealth of kings treasures of Tutankhamen glamour buried in treasure chests beneath wa..

*** When the dark scarf of the gloaming has wrapped around neck and face and deer have appeared as apparitions with their ex..

*** It was quite lateat nightor possiblyearlymorningwhen you died,littlematter which,aminormatterof equivalencethe exact timeour mourni..

*** How sweet the taste of this airthat I knowI shall not taste much longer.The handsof the clock move the shadows.For two-thousand..

*** This must be serious. The TV announcer has put on her low-pitch voice to tell us that what she is about to tell us in her o..