Traveling West in Winter What are the metaphors of flowering and who's to know where blooming ends? As on this winter evening we travel westward with the light. The road bends, cranked and hard...
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The Peace the Mind Turns To
Beneath devising, the mind pivots upon silence, yearns toward the pivot, not oblivion, which is the shadow of silence, but that quiet point whereon we turn, move and stay...
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BOOKS spread of society's diseases. War has ...
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A Story Miss Agnew JACK MATTHEWS WHEN MISS AGNEW stood behind her desk she could rest her hands comfortably on the top without bending her thick body. There wasn't a student in her class...
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