The sugar white sands
cannot escape the oily
wrath of poisoned tides.

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The brains took turns at
the mike to divulge what the
world will look like soon.

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Past the strip mall lies
the former Walmart and the
row of used car lots.

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Never felt so close
yet so far from God’s design
trapped in this ballroom.

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The trunk is lightly
packed with belongings and grief.
Time to pay respects.

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Gazing upon the
long stretch of highway, bare feet
tickled by the breeze.

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I was petrified.
It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart.

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The time comes in a
relationship when all that’s
left is small goodbyes.

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Nonstop assault on
Mother Earth: matricide or
just plain suicide?

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A floppy-eared, four-
legged visitor heads your
way with slobber, barks.

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Fast, good or cheap, pick
three. No, wait. Pick two. Or pick
one, cross your fingers.

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Your circle and my
circle intersect without
subtracting ourselves.

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The tell-tale texture
of a perfectly prepared
lamb chop. A cook knows.

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A quick wave, a long
conversation, a crushing
handshake, a deep nod.

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The advice is free,
even if the adviser
is making it up.

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