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I’m happy to announce that my first issue of “Assuage: a commonplace” is now available! A zine for readers of women’s literary fiction.
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At intermission, the young man brought me champagne in a shallow glass the shape of a lotus flower. “Your face is turning brown,” he said. “You might consider a larger hat.” “Does the nation not need laborers?” I asked. “Yes, but also women.” I smiled and tied my two silk gloves into a knot. I
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I knew then that it was up to me and I’d better do something, so I told her about the bath and castor–oil plot and asked would she stay, in case I got drowned or had a heart attack. I know she’d really like to have run, but she stayed. I’ll say that for her.
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I’m overcome by the cruelty of nature no I mean I’m with it. And each little capacity it has can’t be transferred I mean a spruce can’t give its oils to you can it. But that’s how it grows in the ab sence of technology my thoughts grow. My thoughts grow among trees but I
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So that Cæsar did not at all doubt, if he once recover’d Strength, but he should find an Opportunity of being revenged on him; though, after such a Revenge, he could not hope to live: for if he escaped the Fury of the English Mobile, who perhaps would have been glad of the Occasion to
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Here, more than anywhere else, I have trouble discerning and comprehending the present moment, the meaning of everything that I see while moving about. All I see of people is their bodies, their appearance, their gestures. And what they put in their basket or cart. From which I deduce their standard of living, more or
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