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He is actually very happy, which goes to explain why unexpected tears fill his eyes. His job is good, he’s a teacher. Humanities. The terms stretch out, but pass...

Light falls on the door in an oblique plane of cream like something in Vermeer, and comes into this room, to be met by red and blue Fisher-Price disarray....

We drive nails into the hooves, twist off the horns with worn vise grips, separate mates, pluck the tails, shave the wool, amputate the balls, check carefully every wet...

How good and fine it would have been, to be out upon the wild loon swellsAnd watch the sea-eagles coming in;Or to climb, body lashed by salt sea spray,...