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-Oliver

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There was only so what time relative irrelevant disheveled as ever anon so clever remember coincidences give us a chance only take a minute be right

as rain then it was all lit up ink on paper regard less the spectacle spectaculala la la

Park life sunglasses or not

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ALL WORK ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOYall work and no play makes jack a dull boy

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY

all work and no play makes jack a dull boy

THE VESSEL WITH THE PESTLE HAS THE PORTION WITH THE POISIN

WHILE THE FLAGON WITH THE DRAGON HAS THE BREW THAT IS TRUE _-ANDRU CANNO

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As Jacob stepped inside, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was not the fact that he was suddenly seeing a long lost acquaintence, though that was indeed occurring. It was not a matter of speechlessness, for Jacob was not the type to be speechless. No, rather, his surprise was due to the utter shock that standing before him was a woman he believed to have been dead for thirteen years. How could this be? Questions without end filled his head. First and foremost, how do you open a conversation with a ghost? Of course, she isnot truly a spectre of any sort. She is just a woman. Well, not just any woman. She was the person who had first introduced him to his most intense passion. Cheese cartography. From 1985 until 1992, Jacob and Teresa, for Teresa was her name, had engraved large wheels of cheese with detailed maps of the most famous world cities. Moscow. Paris. San Francisco. You name it, it was carved into cheese. Jacob took himself to the restroom to collect his thoughts. One must not screw the pooch in such unforeseen and surprising reunion. He entered a stall, sat down, closed and locked the door. Alone, he took the time he needed to pull himself together. Fifteen minutes later, Jacob exited and returned to where he had stood before. He looked around, the room was filled with people. Alas, Teresa had gone. She was nowhere to be seen. Thusly, the dreams of continuing and even improving those heady days of cheese cartography and love flew from his head and heart, just as Teresa had flown from the bar. She had never even noticed him. You could say, however, she never really noticed him.-Michael Chiaravalloti, June, 2015

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Nunca es tarde para comenzar de nuevo. LA VIDA puede convertirse en nuestra propia utopia; llena propia utopia. Divirtete, siente, ama, perdona perosobretodo, no dejes para manana lo que puedas hacer hoy.

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why do you want sh9ores?the park is fun

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--------I dreamt us last night in an old wooden canoe

silently drifting.

Full, late June starry darkness

How the lake quivered with light! -MJZ, ca. 1995

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we may be brokewe may be broke but we are not brokenI hate you all. NYC; I kind of hate you.

being normal is boring if you're going to be 2 faced at least make one of them pretty

give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the the world i am trying to find myself. sometimes thats not easy.

stay cool.

hello helljg

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linda & angelina take typewriting

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Juli and Trey, sitting in a boothTrees in between us and the sky,

Dropping in, just to say hey Children, the friends of their parents, the husbands, the tikes

Are all gathered here today With us, now, here too.

I wonder who will pass,

I wonder if I should say hey, Isn't this nice,

6.24.15

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new york is a glorified peice of trash in the summer this island of trash heats up and stinks up our noses

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June 24th 2015Im on a trip to NewYork with my dad.

I have 3 sisters, a dog a cat my sisters names are.. Lola Emma Mora

My Diego is my dad and my mom is LUcila and I love them both

I live in Mexico city

And my name is CLara and im 11 years old

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Shantaye Well I just pretty much want all of my dreams to come true. I just want to say that I hope all of my family and friends have a great life I just wish for great health and great wealth. I am proud of everything I have accomplished so far and hope that god continues to guide me in the right direction for the sathe I am looking forward to becoming a great Journalist. Grateful. I am happy to be here and getting this

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the warm glow from the street illuminated her face. The candle on the table fills in the shadows. He's a silent observer again tonight. Her smile is enough to keep him entertained.

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environspeople, buildings, playgrounds, trees, feeling the energy as we connect the dots, growing with each encounter, looking forward to the next, life gives sweetly.

.Kay

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Mom, Mother, Momma, Merriment, Nurturing, Patiently guiding us toa future that neither she nor we can envision. But the vision is always

there. There to dare us, encourage us, fulfill us ... with love

Bucky