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I have to make up a study from scratch (not counting literature review) as part of my cognition paper. It's a fake study and I'll never do it. That's why I'm tempted to put "cookies and stories" as a description of how the participants will be compensated instead of the norm, which is either extra credit if it's college students or $10 or
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The winds have changed, they're a little sweet, and green.
What would you say if I told you I would be going to live with Pam Houston?
Then again, what would you say if I said I was going to live with Tim O'Brien?
Yes, I mean THAT Houston and THAT O'Brien.
But what would you say if the lake at Andalusia called me too, and said,(if I want) I could lay down deep in the Georgia silt, peach juice running down my cheek, throat (It's where the real Flannery lived, you know).
Baton Rouge has put a price on my head. I am not sure if the air there smells like gumbo ya-ya and magnolia, or if it smells like wreckage, full of nature's aftermath. But, as always, the pirate's catch there is bounty.
These are the things I think of.
I'm a poet now, J.D. I hope you read this, J.D. Someday I'll tell a story as good as you, for now I'm content with the twilights and crackles.
Ever, ever, ever,
Flannery
PS - But do let me know.
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