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Days

Texting and those ubiquitous phones are training our brains to be autistic. Look up once in a while! (#1103) Continue reading

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Bone and Metal Ballet

Bicyclists plus thoughtless drivers on the same streets equals increasing occasions for disaster. #1099 Continue reading

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Attrition

NaPoWriMo day 17: a friend will be leaving us. Euphemisms serve only to underline the fact. (#1068) Continue reading

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