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As air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird.And what makes a human. Separation from the substrate.Believing the substrate and the subject are se..
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I begin the day buying yogurt in a smallfavorite grocery store. The clerka man of few pretenses was making jokesabout his wife, how they fight in bed...
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The seasons inure us to losswhether a vote of confidenceor no confidencewe are neither more nor lessin our hearts and souls. We are stillwhole, histor..
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What kind of day was it. Cleanthe house. Notice the full moon.Read a sheaf of old poems.Listen to jazz tunes. Open mail.Refuse to make of it morethan ..
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Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c..
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I have the shape of the institution.Each email address is a human.They are known by their words and actions.The whole wide world is just a fractionof ..
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Faulkner's comment, I imagine himtossing it off like Yogi Berra between gamesof a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuosohas no real control,..
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Tired body aches. Long walk on starry night�"ears attuned for bear at creek, or cougar.Nothing, not a doe. But that afternoon..
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While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous pagethe girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dancein high shoes and perfume. Their legs are..
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1At peace perhaps too mucha fine Spring rainwe seek news from the desert or capitolof those who have dedicated their lives to losing their lives for u..
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