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the commonplace with magic, he half perceives and half creates the objects of his vision. In "My Father ...
picture. It is one of the bitter regrets of my life that I never met him, nor, guilty of what Jakob ...
accordion and both were singing, in high quavering voices, "Nearer My God To Thee." ...
exclaims Thoreau, "how came Mrs. 14--to know that my sheets were not as clean as hers?" ...
or two. I need someone that can under­ stand my ideas." The bus turned into the station, ...
thinking it through. It's clear as a jewel in my brain. If I could only make you see it. ...
time she left my room, this dark arrangement for a winter bouquet: collected bittersweet, brittle ...
"Yes, ma'am! My daddy is pickin' me up today, Miz Barclay," the little girl ...
into your block. " "Well, no. Besides I still have a block to my­ self. You know the house ...
off the cake and laid it in a saucer. "Gotta save it and put it under my pillow tonight. ...

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