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Tuesday, 27 May 2008 2:41 P GMT-04
Apple blossoms, unfurled, then scattered in the May storms. No sadness there---only poignancy when the buds first appeared.That feeling is often now,especially in the day-to-day business.Before, the transparent leaves permitted light, were chartreuse
ONE AMERICA
Friday, 23 May 2008 11:53 P GMT-04
A man with autism was chosen to sing the national anthem at Fenway Park.
"The Beautiful Uncut Hair of Graves"
Tuesday, 13 May 2008 2:03 P GMT-04
“The best things in life are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties in your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain common work as it comes,