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a lurking essay?
I can’t yet see the words but I feel them, somewhere, somehow, embodied in this apple with its lovely leaf. Yes, a weight of hidden words. I hope to find them before the month’s end, to glimpse their...
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There is a time and place for everything. I guess now is a time and place in my life to collect seashells and rocks and blossoms that I let dry in the sun. As I collect these things, I ponder. Here...
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Blue Rose in the Hall Maybe it was fear that made the young men shout “Nooooo!” as I stood next to a For Sale sign in front of a house in a suburb outside of Boston. Fear of change, fear of something...
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