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She sat at her vanity,her breasts swaying likethe bells of Notre Dame.A floorboard creaked in thedarkened hall. She smiledand stroked her raven hairwi..
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A Story by Perry
A holocaust survivor goes shopping.
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A Story by Perry
A magical gypsy changes a farmer's life.
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Young Albert taped a sign tohis fold-out table and set iton the sidewalk.Lemonade 5 cents. Tulips andtoads are free to a good home. A passing woman dr..
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A Story by Perry
The second coming
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poem
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A Story by Perry
From a conversation with a sailor.
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Sparrows making use of coffeeshop patios and rain puddlesare of a certain disposition.The former are crumb drivenwhile the latter are flustered,wet, a..
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Our carriage rolled along a narrow street,rumbling over cobblestones, passing signsthat creaked in the alpine breeze and streetlampflickers. The midni..
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The hours I spend watchingseasons from my windowhave increased of late.Today, my sister, Felice, cameto my chamber, saying:"Gregory, the gate needs oi..
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