No thought, alone, is capable of engendering happiness.
May 17, 2015
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some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...
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lucia berlin writes well. almost too well. her prose is descriptive, the imagery is fragrant, concrete, but repetitive. is all writing that ...
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some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...
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Bernard was awake. He glanced at the time -- 4:33. His flight wasn't for another few hours. Awake twenty-seven minutes before his first ...
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