June 2011
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The hills are alive with the sound of music
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redlippedspacecadet:
Slink into tomorrow.: Today A Man Touched Me On... →
katespencer:
I’m writing this on the R train as it rattles slowly along toward Brooklyn. I’m headed to pick up my 6-month-old daughter. I’m writing because I’m still reeling from what occurred on the Times Square subway platform a few moments ago. I was walking to the end of the station as I…
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Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been...
– Richard C. Trench