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I was thinking, or maybe I was just staring; no, I remember, it was neither. I was looking at some old photographs I had taken. Then I began to think: how strange, I am not cringing as I do when I see the clothes I chose to wear in the past; nor as I do when reading an essay I, at the time of writing, considered an accomplishment, nor even the ( Read more... )

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is anyone here familiar with oakland?
i will be here for six months. how can i entertain myself?