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There was nothing defiant in the thin man I met along the streets one day. He was the most heaven-sent of all beings I’ve ever had cause to meet beneath the sun. He was sitting in a wheelchair. All of him was skin and bones, neck to ankle. Yet there was nothing defiant in the…
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In the summer I will return to the city I love. With its broad streets and green parks. Cafes in abundance where you can sit a while and write, or read, or talk with friends. I have met many people this way. The city lies on a placid lake. Wide beaches lie along it. I…
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It is easy, and even a given, that when my father and I go to our favorite cafe and I sip tea while he drinks coffee, we end up talking together about the things that move us the most. What is the magic in those golden liquids, that they should dredge up such deep topics…
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The day before Valentine’s Day there appeared on the dresser in my parents’ room a vase: tall, crystal, empty; beckoning. It shimmered in the light streaming through the window. When I saw it standing there, I was moved to think of how it was just a given that flowers would soon fill it, given by…
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As I sit writing out on a patio, a terrace, in the center city, I stop and pause for a moment, look out into the distance. There’s a road with cars passing by. There are people on the sidewalks. Planes are crossing in the sky. All is movement. I do not at all regret being…
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One day my lover asked me, what place I’d most like to see in the world. Through my mind ran a host of places, pictures of things I’d seen. There were palaces, and churches, tall cathedrals and temples all over the world. There were oceans of the deepest blue, and fields of the most emerald…
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Whenever I sit and think of today, burgeoning with far new possibility, I say to myself, sometimes, young as I am, “Get ready for the future, kid. It’s gonna hit you hard. You might just in fact really be among the last ‘real’ people ever to live. What once was only talked about, is today…
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Shining tower, rising high to the very house of god. Ivory white in mythical hue, there is none it hasn’t awed. Stone upon stone in herculean travail, built in Shinar the land, tower high of but one tongue, rising high, like statue stands. Cast down by the one above, knowing it had reached too high,…
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…and Atlas cried when he felt the full-blown sting of all the good and evil of this earth cramming itself into his infinite mind. So much was said in anger, even fear, that Atlas became very sad, and to such a degree that he wished not to hold up the earth anymore upon his shoulders.…
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The store is a sea of dresses. Red, green, blue, black, juniper, seafoam, taupe; long, short, plus size, petite, plain, sequined, with adorned bodices, with plush skirts reaching out, voluminous, being tried on by eager women: white, for weddings, or every color you can imagine for a dinner, or a party on New Year’s. I…
