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Do You Drink?" "of Course,i Just Said I Was A Writer.

The Quickest Way To Learn About A New Place Is To Know What It Dreams Of.

I Am In Trouble Here. This Woman Is Not Right.

And If There Are No Cars Or Planes, And If No One’s Uncle John Is Out In The Wood Lot West Of Town Banging Away At A Quail Or Pheasant; If The Only Sound Is The Slow Beat Of Your Own Heart, You Can Hear Another Sound, And That Is The Sound Of Life Winding Down To Its Cyclic Close, Waiting For The First Winter Snow To Perform Last Rites.

The Past Is Obdurate.