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Archive for April 1st, 2008

What things there are to write, if one could only write them!  My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings.  But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. 
~Logan Pearsall Smith

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We stood listening to the high-pitched noise of the fire alarm. When it first went off, everyone at the office froze. I could tell we were all thinking the same thing. Is it just the weekly drill or do we have to go through the bother of getting our coats and marching down the stairs [...]

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