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She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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Beautiful Body Face Herself Light Live Moments Peace Simplicity Sun Thinking
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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Change Enough Hairs Life Yourself
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
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Day Myself Peace Wake Up
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable
Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
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He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.
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Born Decision Greatness Home Sick Suffering Temporary
They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
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Let Go Planning Sleep
Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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I was dreaming about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky
Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Choice Fame Myself Photography
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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Body God Healing Need Stars Terrorism
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Myself Weird World
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Illusion Invisible Temporary Yourself

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