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“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love...
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Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but...
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I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind,...
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The Federal guns sought the Confederate guns on the hills. They hurled solid shot and explosive shell, their iron insults shearing through oak and ash, brittle hickory, chestnut and elm. Outgunned...
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i stopped on the road, looked up at the dangling line, looked down the road to see if there was another power line pole, and noted there wasn’t. that’s when i realized civilization as we know it...
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you drink a coca-cola from a bottle, wash it out, fill it with water and cork it with this thingamajig then, you sprinkle the water on clothes, sheets, pillowcases, etc., place those items in a...
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she was dressed for, and playing the part of a southern belle in an American Civil War reenactment then, she took a break and i took her pic Still, there is something predatory in the act of...
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The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich....
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I remember as a very young child that all ladies wore hats with dotted veils and white gloves to church. Now, it’s such a grey area; obscured from memory and plain sight. A smooth, fresh, laughing...
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Our eye must constantly measure, evaluate. We alter our perspective by a slight bending of the knees; we convey the chance meeting of lines by a simple shifting of our heads a thousandth of an inch....
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…to the ballgame Back then, my idol was Bugs Bunny, because I saw a cartoon of him playing ball. You know, the one where he plays every position himself with nobody else on the field but him?...
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as far as I can tell, most everything means nothing, except some things that mean everything — patti griffin said that
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i find people have a tendency to make statements that are too broad. i.e., “All men take women for granted”, or “All women are too emotional”, or “Children never like green vegetables”. when i hear...
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“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is...
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“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then...
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odd how the DO NOT ENTER sign was right there in the frame of this photo i captured on black & white film Sometimes I enjoy just photographing the surface because I think it can be as...
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I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the “lower animals” (so called) and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me. — that Mark...
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and in our immediate area, may well be the last cutting. we are in a drought very early this year. The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the...
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and other times, it feels like something is missing i let go of your hand like a wheel on a track the sky was unfolding i’d have fought the world for you call my name and i’ll be there i’ll see...
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dirt in the air, looks just like rain this is not rain. it’s a dirt storm. By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else. From beauty no road leads to reality. — Hannah Arendt...
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