"So," he smiled, "correct me if I'm wrong..."
"Oh, brother!" I interjected, "That's bound to be a never-ending job!"
"But," he continued unperturbed, "didn't Poe want to have his own magazine?"
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Friday, April 20, 2018
Bartleby, the Scribbler
"So," he smiled, "correct me if I'm wrong..."
"Oh, brother!" I interjected, "That's bound to be a never-ending job!"
"But," he continued unperturbed, "didn't Poe want to have his own magazine?"
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Zinnia Dreams
There are people who can make the desert bloom and faded hearts to flower. Such people have a gift ... and such people are a gift.
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by... -
The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ... -
There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.