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I dreamt about a doll's house last night. The one in the attic just outside of Covington. You could hear the horses snorting white, phlegm-flecked steam at 1:00 in the morning. Perched cross legged in front of the mouldy toy structure in pyjamas and the red windbreaker I stole from your closet. Something like the time we built a sand castle city in Carolina, so...
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Under the paving stones, the beach? She wondered. Was this compressed block of sand under her feet once a million tiny grains someplace far away, where the waves licked the shore like salty tongues? If she put her ear to the ground, would she hear the roar of the ocean? In the middle of the crowd, on the pier, a solitary figure in grey began...
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In Seattle, at the Elliot Bay Bookstore, reading Cannery Row. I love this place.

It took several seconds for the car keys to disappear into the center of Twin Lakes, leaving us to wonder why we didn't immediately dive in after them, if that had even been possible, and how we were going to make it back to the campus housing, eleven miles away.

Two days left in Alaska. Feels weird to be leaving. Someone tell me something good...
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Once they laid eggs. We put them in jars, changed the privet daily in case they emerged hungry. Nothing hatched. We forgot.

Somewhere in dark lockers the summer temperature attained their liking. They escaped bullet-hard spaces into re-enclosure. Died. We found them heaped, gone crunchy, six-each-screwed-up legs sealing our guilt.

Only a few days left in Alaska.

Tonight, I tagged along with some of the "campus crusaders." We ended up on the docks at Tea Harbor, snag fishing for King Salmon. I hooked a 11 pound fish, and my room mates and I cooked it over a fire behind the housing lodge.

I have to admit. I will miss this place.

In the dark you can't tell what color her eyes are, but you know they're blue, the bluest of blues - hidden behind lenses and crystal clear. Find the right kind of eyes and it's obvious you're just an animal; find the right pair and you won't know what hit you until you're backed up into a corner, teeth bared hackles raised in an ape...
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I played Mafia for the first time today. It was excellent. Apparently I look shifty, though: the townspeople killed me 3 times and I wasn't a Mafioso once.

I've always felt it's nicer to use the vodka if I ask for it first. Be honest, and ask politely. In the bar, I only asked one woman for a sample, and it proved to take longer than I had originally thought. The bar was dark inside, lit only by neon beer logos and cigarette tips - light which skewed my values, and confuses the...
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Sitting away from my friends at a bonfire, writing. It's better to write than walk over there to be awkward and gangly.

Bon"fire` (?), n. [OE. bonefire, banefire, orig. a fire of bones; bone + fire; but cf. also Prov. E. bun a dry stalk.]

A large fire built in the open air, as an expression of public joy and exultation, or for amusement.

"Full...
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In the art gallery, from the painting, the little man spoke to her. "I am the symbol of your dreams," he said,"and from where I come from you shall return." She looked pensive, and concerned, but biting her lip: "my mother was a dragon, a companion to owls and the beasts that crawl in the Earth."

"Oh my!" said the little man - a satyr,...
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It is raining on the city street in the downtown core, and the beggars are still out. They sit on streetcorners in the shelter of coffeeshops. They hold folding signs; these sell the object correlative of responsibility. For sale, the men and women wait crosslegged for the windfall to burgeon. Maria rides her red bicycle on the sidewalk, oblivious, headphones tuned to someone's energumen voice....
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