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“I earned these lines; don’t you dare erase one of them!”—Anna Magnani, upon learning that a publicity photo of her had been airbrushed. In the morning I look at you as you sleep. You are so you: the fresh sweet … Continue reading

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philosophy of snow shovelling

In sunny surf he woke to hear the snow: the muffled strident rhythms of machines. He coughed; a spasm tore his chest; he sneezed; yet soon he’d trudge out shoveling in the cold. The trees were puffed in white, each … Continue reading

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