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When I hurt my foot a few months ago, I did what I usually do. Waited for it to go away. Silly me. I'm not…

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I trudged up Fifth Avenue to Irving Street. The cool San Francisco fog brushed against my face as I plopped the extra Sunday papers down…

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David Whyte says we all enter this world reluctantly. Where is this? What is this? This is not what I ordered! As our primal scream…

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The things that are true about my sister: She was quiet and timid growing up. I was gregarious and outgoing. She is better at coloring…

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I : waiting for a tornado this morning. I ate an apple yesterday. Red, smooth. There was a tiny part of it that was a…

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You have only to wait and the same end comes for all of us. Not to sound in too morbid a frame of mind, (although…

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The day you broke up with me we had cake – a towering Mont Blanc of chestnut cream– and the famous hot chocolate at Cafe…

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The connotations of "Alplaus" : 1) One of my favorite writers of the sixties and seventies was Kurt Vonnegut. When Vonnegut returned to the U.S.…

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When I hurt my foot a few months ago, I did what I usually do. Waited for it to go away. Silly me. I'm not…

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I trudged up Fifth Avenue to Irving Street. The cool San Francisco fog brushed against my face as I plopped the extra Sunday papers down…

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David Whyte says we all enter this world reluctantly. Where is this? What is this? This is not what I ordered! As our primal scream…

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Growing up I was taught to color inside of the lines. I loved school, it was a place to shine outside of my older sibling's…

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Most Saturday afternoons I was loitering at the movie house, lapping up the highly saturated colors, the melodramatic action, the hastily written plots. The air…

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Space entered them. It filled their skins as air blown into them until they were stretched as taut as balloons. It was not a comfortable…

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Of course we're not as young as we once were! In the next five seconds, ,even, we will be five seconds older, never to return…

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