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In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?

Jonathan Safran Foer

Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Animal Change Expose Live Respond Silence
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
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Different Help Myself Remember Time
We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts.
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Heart Intimate Myself Often Present Rich Save Technology Time
Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can.
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Change Choice Community Conscience Family Farm Local Nation Ourselves Word
Words never mean what we want them to mean.
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Meaning Word
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
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Laughter Myself Room Small
We spent our lives making livings.
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Creation Live One Liner
We are lying to ourselves and to each other. Lying about what? I don’t care if we’re lying. I am a bad person. I don’t care. I don’t care what you are.
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Bad Each Other Lying Yourself
With writing, we have second chances.
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Chance Opportunity Writing
I didn’t feel empty. I wished I’d felt empty. … I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
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Empty Feeling Myself Stone
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
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Imposter Myself Recognition Share Smile Wrong
Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.
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Appearance Himself Night Sleep Steal
I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
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Hands Myself Side Thinking
The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.
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Animal Irony Time
We are not long-term beings. Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary. We shall have this as our aim: a gesture.
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Admit Effort Goal Human Open Romance Temporary Time Volume
If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
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Different Myself Silence World

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