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A couple hours ago I heard a huge crash of metal in the street outside my apartment. It sounded like a car had smashed into the front gate. Turns out a guy dropped his cell phone earpiece, leaned down to get it, and swerved into not one but five parked cars...including the one belonging to a woman who lives across from me, the one I see at midnight ( Read more... ) -
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There's a beautiful blowsy fall feeling in the air. I am feeling in love with words and names again. The new moon always brings lists of things I might like to do, greater and more grandiose they grow, spilling onto the page with breathless excitement act dance teach write travel garden design love serve nurture nourish create.As Ms. Katherine ( Read more... ) -
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Letter Seven
And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it. This very wish, if you use it calmly and prudently and like a tool, will help you spread out your solitude over a great distance. Most people have (with the help of conventions) turned their solutions toward what is ( Read more... ) -
Letter Six
...there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along, the most unworthy. . . . But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude ( Read more... ) -
Bears repeating
"...the little son wanted to make a collection of butterflies and beetles and it was all exciting to him and it was all arranged then and then the father said to the son you are certain this is not a cruel thing that you are wanting to be doing, killing things to make collections of them, and the son was very disturbed then and they talked about it ( Read more... )
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