“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops -…

Continue reading → “Hope” is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

He has slept with accountants and brokers, With a cowgirl (well, someone from Healds). He has slept with non-smokers and smokers In commercial and cultural…

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At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—The size of it made us all laugh.I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—They got quarters…

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