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Congratulations to my brother and my sister-in-law, who just had their wedding ceremony on Saturday. (They eloped a year ago.) While I wish happiness for them both, I swear if they make me an uncle I will bring down a terrible unholy wrath upon them.
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Congratulations to my brother and my sister-in-law, who just had their wedding ceremony on Saturday. (They eloped a year ago.) While I wish happiness for them both, I swear if they make me an uncle I will bring down a terrible unholy wrath upon them.
congratulations - congratulations
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I dreamt I was herding sheep, but I couldn’t see them only feel them. They were all very soft. An invisible dog would bring me a sheep, put it in my arms, and I’d place it in the pasture. Someone yelled “Wolf!” but I didn’t believe there was a wolf or I didn’t believe I had to be worried. Then I felt the wolf, invisible, press against me and take a sheep from my arms and it felt so so soft and silky. I felt guilty for losing the sheep. I felt terrible, like I had killed it myself. I urged the remaining sheep and the dog into the safety of a nearby house by opening the door and yelling for them to run, to get into the house. But I couldn’t see the sheep or the dog or the wolf to know what was happening and I felt afraid that more sheep would die or the dog would die or I would die. That was the end of the dream.
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I dreamt I was herding sheep, but I couldn’t see them only feel them. They were all very soft. An invisible dog would bring me a sheep, put it in my arms, and I’d place it in the pasture. Someone yelled “Wolf!” but I didn’t believe there was a wolf or I [...]
little like a fable - little like a fable
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She was old woman with red hands holding an old woman’s rake out on the black and grey sidewalk handkerchief around the crown of her head and wet black boots over the skin of her feet over the orange and brown city leaves
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She was old woman with red hands holding an old woman’s rake out on the black and grey sidewalk handkerchief around the crown of her head and wet black boots over the skin of her feet over the orange and brown city leaves
one hundred sixty seven - one hundred sixty seven
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I can hear the cars out on the highway like the purling of a thousand thousand low growling voices drowned under the sound of my bright late night television. Santa Maria I miss your breath on the water, Santa Maria where have you gone?
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I can hear the cars out on the highway like the purling of a thousand thousand low growling voices drowned under the sound of my bright late night television. Santa Maria I miss your breath on the water, Santa Maria where have you gone?
one hundred thirty seven - one hundred thirty seven
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red headed and freckled, the curve of his belly makes my mouth water
gaunt grandfatherman in brown and and tight cinched belt drinks iced tea
pink and black girl reading magazines, legs crossed and sitting cross-wise
dark-skinned mother drinking dark-skinned drinks, baby in her lap and bright pop-up book
sitting at the corner table, trying not to stare, running fingers through my hair -
red headed and freckled, the curve of his belly makes my mouth water
one hundred twenty eight
gaunt grandfatherman in brown and and tight cinched belt drinks iced tea
pink and black girl reading magazines, legs crossed and sitting cross-wise
dark-skinned mother drinking dark-skinned drinks, baby in her lap and bright pop-up book
sitting at the corner table, trying not to stare, running [...] - one hundred twenty eight
