- Emily Dickinson
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The Telegram at Ur
There lived an older man of quiet habits, whose world was bounded by the four walls of his home and the gentle presence of his beloved cat. ...
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Here I sit - nursing a scotch, looking out at the pink and orange reflection of the sunset on the mountain—pondering my solitary act of civi... -
“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first t... -
The Parable, Redacted A long time ago, a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing. A wretched thing, laboring away in the heat, a...
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