Race in America
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WTF??!!
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Things You Thought Today
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Radio Paradise Comments
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Terrorist Watch!
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Media Matters
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What The Hell Buddy?
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Congress
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Sweet horrible irony.
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Climate Change
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Those Lovable Policemen
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Lyrics that strike a chord today...
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The Grateful Dead
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COVID-19
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Mixtape Culture Club
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Bitcoin
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volcano!
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Is it wrong to not want to listen to music I don't unders...
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One Partying State - Wyoming News
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What makes you smile?
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Back to the 60's
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Education
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• • • The Once-a-Day • • •
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Cryptic Posts - Leave Them Guessing
- oldviolin - Apr 21, 2021 - 10:48am
Bug Reports & Feature Requests
- jarro - Apr 21, 2021 - 9:37am
Counting with Pictures
- ScottN - Apr 21, 2021 - 9:05am
What the hell OV?
- oldviolin - Apr 21, 2021 - 9:03am
Things that piss me off
- haresfur - Apr 21, 2021 - 7:47am
Bad Poetry
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Hip
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What Makes You Sad?
- sirdroseph - Apr 21, 2021 - 6:01am
Look what's going on in New York
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LeftWingNutZ
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RightWingNutZ
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MQA Stream Coming to BLUOS
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All Dogs Go To Heaven - Dog Pix
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Breaking News
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Live Music
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The Obituary Page
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Automotive Lust
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Immigration
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Biden's Lies
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Name My Band
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260,000 Posts in one thread?
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Dialing 1-800-Manbird
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Texas News
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Strips, cartoons, illustrations
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Get the Money out of Politics!
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Looting & vandalism isn't protest
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Philosophy (Meaty Metaphysical Munchables!)
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Songs you hear too often on RP
- Ohmsen - Apr 20, 2021 - 10:39am
New Music
- R_P - Apr 20, 2021 - 9:48am
Thought For The Day
- sirdroseph - Apr 20, 2021 - 5:02am
When Ethnic Music travels to different Countries
- Manbird - Apr 19, 2021 - 9:02pm
The forbidden music
- Manbird - Apr 19, 2021 - 8:58pm
The Rpeeps Favorite Triangle player list
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music that makes you dance with big wavy gestures
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Electronic Music
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Listeners' Bands and Music Projects
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Long Songs
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Talk Behind Their Backs Forum
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Mars Exploration Rover Mission Status
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Rewind the Cache
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In My Room
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Evolution!
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Russia
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Afghanistan
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Tech & Science
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Movie Recommendation
- rhahl - Apr 19, 2021 - 7:42am
Media Bias
- sirdroseph - Apr 19, 2021 - 5:12am
YouTube: Music-Videos
- sirdroseph - Apr 19, 2021 - 3:35am
Air Travel Blues
- Manbird - Apr 18, 2021 - 11:45pm
Crazy conspiracy theories
- R_P - Apr 18, 2021 - 1:26pm
Today in History
- GeneP59 - Apr 18, 2021 - 10:32am
Baseball, anyone?
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oldviolin

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Apr 15, 2021 - 9:49am |
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Not In Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Emily Dickinson
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ScottN

Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary Gender:  
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Apr 13, 2021 - 6:34pm |
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WhenAnd when this ends we will emerge, shyly and then all at once, dazed, longhaired as we embrace loved ones the shadow spared, and weep for those it gathered in its shroud. A kind of rapture, this longed-for laying on of hands, high cries as we nuzzle, leaning in to kiss, and whisper that now things will be different, although a time will come when we’ll forget the curve’s approaching wave, the hiss and sigh of ventilators, the crowded, makeshift morgues; a time when we may even miss the old-world arm’s-length courtesy, small kindnesses left on doorsteps, the drifting, idle days, and nights when we flung open all the windows to arias in the darkness, our voices reaching out, holding each other till this passes. John O’Donnell
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GeneP59

Location: On the edge of tomorrow looking back at yesterday. Gender:  
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Apr 11, 2021 - 8:28am |
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And now for an old time New England classic. There once was a guy from nantucket ... What!? Too early for a Sunday morning?
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Apr 11, 2021 - 7:01am |
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Fresh from the over- night rain, bright sun and colors greet us as we walk.
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ScottN

Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary Gender:  
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Apr 9, 2021 - 8:30pm |
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435 Much Madness is divinest SenseEMILY DICKINSON Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest Madness — 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent — and you are sane — Demur — you're straightway dangerous — And handled with a Chain —
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Apr 4, 2021 - 5:43pm |
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ScottN wrote:h/t Antigone You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting- over and over announcing your place in the family of things. ~ Mary Oliver Really it is h/t Mary Oliver. But thank you.
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ScottN

Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary Gender:  
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Apr 4, 2021 - 10:50am |
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h/t Antigone You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting- over and over announcing your place in the family of things. ~ Mary Oliver
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Mar 13, 2021 - 8:24pm |
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Antigone wrote:I don't feel like look- -ing up. The sunrise and birds Have other ideas.
Have other ideas The universe has knew plans turn around again
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Mar 4, 2021 - 10:32am |
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I don't feel like look- -ing up. The sunrise and birds Have other ideas.
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oldviolin

Location: esse quam videri Gender:  
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Mar 4, 2021 - 7:25am |
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THE PEARLSaid one oyster to a neighbouring oyster, âI have a very great pain within me. It is heavy and round and I am in distress.â
And the other oyster replied with haughty complacence, âPraise be to the heavens and to the sea, I have no pain within me. I am well and whole both within and without.â
At that moment a crab was passing by and heard the two oysters, and he said to the one who was well and whole both within and without, âYes, you are well and whole; but the pain that your neighbour bears is a pearl of exceeding beauty.â
Kahlil Gibran
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Feb 7, 2021 - 5:16am |
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Weekends are fleeting, Like life. You turn around and It’s Monday. Or death.
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Feb 2, 2021 - 2:49pm |
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ONE ART by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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ScottN

Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary Gender:  
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Jan 20, 2021 - 7:56pm |
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Also from earlier today. Biden often cites lines from this poem. (perhaps previously posted in this forum) The Cure of Troy by Seamus Heaney “Human beings suffer, They torture one another, They get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured. The innocent in gaols Beat on their bars together. A hunger-striker’s father Stands in the graveyard dumb. The police widow in veils Faints at the funeral home. History says, don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme. So hope for a great sea-change On the far side of revenge. Believe that further shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracle And cures and healing wells. Call miracle self-healing: The utter, self-revealing Double-take of feeling. If there’s fire on the mountain Or lightning and storm And a god speaks from the sky That means someone is hearing The outcry and the birth-cry Of new life at its term.”
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Jan 20, 2021 - 2:58pm |
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haresfur wrote:
She was AMAZING.
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haresfur

Location: The Golden Triangle Gender:  
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Jan 20, 2021 - 1:48pm |
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Dec 26, 2020 - 11:14am |
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Lazy8 wrote:The Shortest Day by Susan CooperAnd so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us—listen! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome, Yule!
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Lazy8

Location: The Gallatin Valley of Montana Gender:  
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Dec 26, 2020 - 10:33am |
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The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new yearâs sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind usâlisten! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome, Yule!
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Dec 24, 2020 - 11:55am |
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ScottN wrote:In your next letter, by Carrie Shipers please describe the weather in great detail. If possible, enclose a fist of snow or mud, everything you know about the soil, how tomato leaves rub green against your skin and make you itch, how slow the corn is growing on the hill. Thank you for the photographs of where the chicken coop once stood, clouds that did not become tornadoes. When I try to explain where I’m from, people imagine corn bread, cast-iron, cows drifting across grass. I interrupt with barbed wire, wind, harvest air that reeks of wheat and diesel. I hope your sleep comes easy now that you’ve surrendered the upstairs, hope the sun still lets you drink one bitter cup before its rise. I don’t miss flannel shirts, radios with only AM stations, but there’s a certain kind of star I can’t see from where I am— bright, clear, unconcerned. I need your recipes for gravy, pie crust, canned green beans. I’m sending you the buttons I can’t sew back on. Please put them in the jar beside your bed. In your next letter, please send seeds and feathers, a piece of bone or china you plowed up last spring. Please promise I’m missing the right things. Lovely.
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Antigone

Location: A house, in a Virginian Valley Gender:  
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Dec 24, 2020 - 11:54am |
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The first thing I heard this morning was a rapid flapping sound, soft, insistentâ wings against glass as it turned out downstairs when I saw the small bird rioting in the frame of a high window, trying to hurl itself through the enigma of glass into the spacious light. Then a noise in the throat of the cat who was hunkered on the rug told me how the bird had gotten inside, carried in the cold night through the flap of a basement door, and later released from the soft grip of teeth. On a chair, I trapped its pulsations in a shirt and got it to the door, so weightless it seemed to have vanished into the nest of cloth. But outside, when I uncupped my hands, it burst into its element, dipping over the dormant garden in a spasm of wingbeats then disappeared over a row of tall hemlocks. For the rest of the day, I could feel its wild thrumming against my palms as I wondered about the hours it must have spent pent in the shadows of that room, hidden in the spiky branches of our decorated tree, breathing there among the metallic angels, ceramic apples, stars of yarn, its eyes open, like mine as I lie in bed tonight picturing this rare, lucky sparrow tucked into a holly bush now, a light snow tumbling through the windless dark. . "Christmas Sparrow" by Billy Collins, from Aimless Love. © Random House 2013.
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ScottN

Location: Half inch above the K/T boundary Gender:  
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Dec 23, 2020 - 6:09am |
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In your next letter, by Carrie Shipers please describe the weather in great detail. If possible, enclose a fist of snow or mud, everything you know about the soil, how tomato leaves rub green against your skin and make you itch, how slow the corn is growing on the hill. Thank you for the photographs of where the chicken coop once stood, clouds that did not become tornadoes. When I try to explain where I’m from, people imagine corn bread, cast-iron, cows drifting across grass. I interrupt with barbed wire, wind, harvest air that reeks of wheat and diesel. I hope your sleep comes easy now that you’ve surrendered the upstairs, hope the sun still lets you drink one bitter cup before its rise. I don’t miss flannel shirts, radios with only AM stations, but there’s a certain kind of star I can’t see from where I am— bright, clear, unconcerned. I need your recipes for gravy, pie crust, canned green beans. I’m sending you the buttons I can’t sew back on. Please put them in the jar beside your bed. In your next letter, please send seeds and feathers, a piece of bone or china you plowed up last spring. Please promise I’m missing the right things.
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