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It Was Always Difficult To Get Cattle Returned Once A Marriage Was Dissolved.

The Voice Of The Nickly Reflection Of The Moon Was Not As Deep As You Might Expect. It Was A Singer’s Voice, Though, A Tenor, One That Loved Itself Without Reservation. “i Feel Time Like You Dream. Your Dreams Are Jumbled. You Can’t Remember The Order Of Your Dreams, And When You Recall Them, The Memories Bend. Faces Change. It’s All In Puddles And Ripples. That’s What Time Is For Me.

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I Think Newspapers Shouldn't Try To Compete Directly With The Web, And Should Do What They Can Do Better, Which May Be Long-form Journalism And Using Photos And Art, And Making Connections With Large-form Graphics And Really Enhancing The Tactile Experience Of Paper.

In Hospitals I Feel Palpable Comfort. I Feel The Competence, The Expertise, So Much Education And Money, All Of The Supplies Sterile, Everything Packaged, Sealed Tight. My Fears Evaporate When The Automatic Doors Shush Open.