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Back when Pluto wasn't a planet and all that
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It is the middle of the winter of the heart,or it is summer -- I am never quite sure. - Marvin BellSo the pills began, and I walk forward into the..
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That summer I cut wood for pallet makerswho nailed particle board and two-by- fours together,smoked cigarettes, and when they stood in front of the fa..
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No time. The winter has come and taken allthe golden strands of hair, and buried themunder an shawl of snow. How attractivecan the fields look when th..
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Those pilots aren't persuading Larry to pray right now.The wings buckle and hold true, the soothing voice over the speakers calms, and the steward(ess..
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Please don't let them die, you said.But only dirt is left in the flower pot, brown and dry, smoothbetween my fingers. Bright purple stones laid on top..
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For every word grew in you, wild creep in your veins untilthey broke the skin, bloomed, and died, dripping brown curlsonto the pad, over your pen,on y..
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1.The deepest hole to live in, bury this part alive.Can I tell you, and you’ll believe me? That these years spent silent were forming a dung coc..
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It was a moment when we, as ants scratchingthe earth for the next thing to drag down intoour communal hole, stopped looking at the night skyfor peace...
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Solomon issued his
verdict: "Bring me a sword. Divide the living child in two, and
give half to one, and half to the other" . The two mothers'
reac..
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