That’s the view facing west. Our place is on the right. It’s sunnier in there than I thought it was. I’d like to screen the windows, but I don’t want to build a nine foot wall all along the walkway. Any ideas?
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The Narrow Space Between Us
Counting to a Thousand
I counted to 1000 once. There was a stop watch and a tape recorder. It took about twenty minutes. A little less. Tension built all the way through the 900s, my “one thousand” looming larger with every passing numeral. I imagined how delicious it was going to taste as I said it and how...
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June 9th
Route
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A New Twist on an Old Expression
“The Capitalists will buy from us the adulterated foodstuffs with which we will poison them.”
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Various Deletes, Resorted.
“Got him already at the market,” he flicked the radio on and dialed in the National Weather Service. The officious voice of an Englisman droned out the hourlies. Pete shook his head, “We’ll try it tomorrow.” He turned off the radio and checked his watch. “You shoulda seen him. I’m not ready to say...
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