...it'll be later.
Show me the...
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...it'll be later.
Show me the...
little folk gathering in the gloaming.
A day that starts in handcuffs...
can end in one hundred years of solitude.
It's pretty late and ...
...sleep close.
The fly buzzes with...
...relentless intensity as it makes its way across the river and into the trees.
Meanwhile, the old man and the sea . . .
are together with their crashing thoughts.The sea just wants to be just at rest and the old man just to be silent.But there alas ! is a lightening and the rains will come with a storm behind.....
...to wreck the peace.
There was a man from...
...over there, who disappeared, I know not where.
And if he hadn't gone away...
He'd be here, not there.
When was the last time...
...you saw him.
Was he...
...from the green hills of Africa?
The little house on the prairie . . .
...burnt to the ground.
When is it...
...possible for the neighbors and collectors to know what we talk about when we talk about love, vitamins and little things?
A serious talk on the third thing that killed my father off . . .
last week.
Why did I just....
say 'last week'?
After the storm we will...