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Category: Dont Worry Be Happy
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Second Floor Window
Second Floor Window People have always asked me if I live alone? I think I must seem like a pack animal. The urge to gather warmth around me so obvious to others but I remain oblivious. From my own personal observation I notice my happiest times are when I am alone reflecting on…
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Last Night I Saw My…
Last night no one knew if it was the sun setting or the moon rising but it was orange: hung there by a wire moving around our sky, currents of warm air lifting and lowering its round shape enough to light the narrow, soft roads crisscrossing the sandy summer peninsula. One young woman pushing her…
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This Afternoon
I like young old men. Men whose twinkle never faded like some lust or the memory of really good vanilla ice cream. I like the round muscle of their arms, the temptation of golden skin, and the quick way they look at me for what seems like a long time while we are kissing. Each…
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Shades of Gray
Shades of Gray When you’re a child you think everyone tells the truth. You think your mother and father will be together forever. When you see your first divorce it’s kind of like seeing your first accident. You can’t believe this could happen Sometimes people stay together because they can’t stand to be alone.…
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Craters in the moon
When I was eight years old my father brought home home a long, rectangular cardboard box which he opened after dinner carefully outside our front door. It was a clear night and warm as I recall and he removed from the box like a surgeon removing a baby from the belly of an unconscious woman…
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The Last Bing Cherry
The Bing cherry is named after Seth Lewelling’s Manchurian orchard foreman and friend, Bing. Bing was over 7 feet tall. The Rainier cherry, named after Washington State’s famous volcanic peak, was created in 1952 by cross-breeding the Bing and Van varieties. Wikipedia Yesterday I ate the last cherry in the white…
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In Reality
For the longest time I thought I might become someone else. I could be Norwegian and learn the language well so people would say how no one could tell I wasn’t a native. My hair would miraculously turn blond. It would be ok to like sex. I like the sounds of their desserts. Or I…
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Sprezzatura
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