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Page 298 from Issue 117

Fall 2003
find their way to me, each harboring his query for these boughs. With gifts and food they leave, I have ... Goodnight. How fortunate: you see the moon that leads you on the path and me to bed? Issue 117 page ... enough. Who would disturb this peace? Our end is known. This great oak speaks through me, the tranced-out ...
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Page 113 from Issue 80

just rolled over and will sleep again, but I am rolling also to grapple with this ice beside me ... Page 113 from Issue 80 fine and finer and still it will not break. How much longer can I wait? How ... many more revolutions on the Ring? How many more of these moments will fill me, that are already more ...
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Page 84 from Issue 80

Page 84 from Issue 80 Day Care For the moment, peace. They sprawl over their bedding at every ... forward over the blue sheet, drifting, another burrowing his brow into the white pillow while beneath his ... in the instant. But one by one they are beginning to wake-this afternoon, tomorrow, soon- to ...
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Page 150 from Issue 96

into sleep and the dreamer who watches is helpless to wake them. Are you half as happy as they are, or ... half as happy as even that? The dove sang who whoo along the hard path 150 Issue 96 page ...
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Page 144 from Issue 11

A last gargle of vowels, and the inane other America takes over, goodbye WSUI,farewellLarry,reDleDlber me ... trunks of trees, women swaying packed with tobacco, creaming stream of kilowatts withers visibly almost, ... under by a quicksand of muck, money music, noise fronds at his throat, a whole ruptured jungle of sound ...
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Page 120 from Issue 76

Page 120 from Issue 76 and orchids, over or beside the banks of many rivers from above Uzerche to ... well below the Lot- Vezere, Correze, Couze, Dordogne, Vers- along the paths of sandstone, rust red ... leading to a castle gate, to find a woman in that place who finds herself in song, to find a friend, ...
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Page 95 from Issue 40

staying where she was, he watched to see what would happen next. The woman put her book on the curb. ... bike," and the woman slapped him on the cheek as he was getting his leg over the saddle. She put her ... said the woman. "That's OK, let me give him a push." This time Mark got ...
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Page 67 from Issue 72

with showers and all, that took care of maybe three of their six and a half waking hours together at ... away. More often, though, he just lay back on the couch and watched TV, not the major networks but the ... incredible sale prices of the outstanding merchandise all around me right here in the center of our Waterbed ...
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Page 36 from Issue 68

brought in her old roll-away bed, and the rest, she said, was up to me. She was an enormous woman, and ... I really was insane. There was a path I'd been on, a very easy path that had started when I was ... and then high school ended. The path ended there too, and there was a big chasm where the path should ...
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Page 80 from Issue 45

Page 80 from Issue 45 was bold and skeptical. He was well a ware that a mistrustful person is not ... been treachery, or it might have been the only way out. His fate was following a twisting path. Only ... like you to think that of me." Inge Linge's reply was unexpected. Paul Walter Manfred ...

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