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… with a backyard porch, and a dog waiting at the front door. Carefully I turned my ear, my tiny sister spouting to me hopes of what would be. A bright and fairy-tale future. … and a big space where I could ride my bike indoors, and a big pool with a big water slide.…
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In the ward, it’s “the McDonald’s counter.” But there are no juicy burgers here, no fries, no shake to boot. Here, the libations are the pills, little tablets in all the colors that be. The counter’s just waist-high, with no cover; you could jump clear over if you wanted. But who would want to do…
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In the wide café, where I sat and I sipped, I saw a man come in not at all like other men. No different was his shape. You would have known him as a man, whenever seen. But he was dressed in rags. Had a lean look about him, as if he were one more…
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Dear Friend, It was wonderful this week, to see and talk to you again. You’ll keep me in your thoughts, won’t you, as you go about your days in that far city while I ply my life many thousands of miles away? When I saw you on the corner, by our college, standing there just…
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This very night, late into the night, in my bed before sleep, after a meeting of friends, I lie keenly awake reading a book under the covers, not wanting the day to end. Because, tonight, I met someone who moved my soul. I know only his name and where he is from. All else is…
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The paintings stand as a testament to all the places he went, all the things he did in his life. There is an oceanscape: bright and true, the azurine blue, with ships and a lighthouse to shine the way to sailors on the sea. There is a young girl, dressed in a dress with flounces,…
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The harmony of life is such – I do not ask of it so much – that one must die while one must live, one must take and one must give. But why does God ordain it so? Is He above, and we below? Must we always then obey what God and World have set…
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I. He is columbus meus, my own, my dove. We are ensconced in a garden of love. Together we eat the manna of Eden. That a garden to plant a seed in. Follow me, oh follow, in this ‘verse: this my paradise, not my hearse. And so, through all this, I aver: From this green…
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Whenever I feel low, in blue, or else just slow, I think of him in whom my heart delights, think of our triumphs, not our fights. I think of him to lift my spirits. I want him to appear; it’s what powers me through my day. It makes red what once was gray. Him in…
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But because she would not go to Italy for him, their love foundered like a boat on rocks. Perhaps it was not so hale a love. And yet, she loved him well. She had since they first met, when he introduced her to duende, and all the beauty in the world around her. He was…
