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Once they laid eggs. We put them in jars, changed the privet daily in case they emerged hungry. Nothing hatched. We forgot.

Somewhere in dark lockers the summer temperature attained their liking. They escaped bullet-hard spaces into re-enclosure. Died. We found them heaped, gone crunchy, six-each-screwed-up legs sealing our guilt.

Only a few days left in Alaska.

Tonight, I tagged along with some of the "campus crusaders." We ended up on the docks at Tea Harbor, snag fishing for King Salmon. I hooked a 11 pound fish, and my room mates and I cooked it over a fire behind the housing lodge.

I have to admit. I will miss this place.

In the dark you can't tell what color her eyes are, but you know they're blue, the bluest of blues - hidden behind lenses and crystal clear. Find the right kind of eyes and it's obvious you're just an animal; find the right pair and you won't know what hit you until you're backed up into a corner, teeth bared hackles raised in an ape...
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I played Mafia for the first time today. It was excellent. Apparently I look shifty, though: the townspeople killed me 3 times and I wasn't a Mafioso once.

I've always felt it's nicer to use the vodka if I ask for it first. Be honest, and ask politely. In the bar, I only asked one woman for a sample, and it proved to take longer than I had originally thought. The bar was dark inside, lit only by neon beer logos and cigarette tips - light which skewed my values, and confuses the...
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Sitting away from my friends at a bonfire, writing. It's better to write than walk over there to be awkward and gangly.

Bon"fire` (?), n. [OE. bonefire, banefire, orig. a fire of bones; bone + fire; but cf. also Prov. E. bun a dry stalk.]

A large fire built in the open air, as an expression of public joy and exultation, or for amusement.

"Full...
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In the art gallery, from the painting, the little man spoke to her. "I am the symbol of your dreams," he said,"and from where I come from you shall return." She looked pensive, and concerned, but biting her lip: "my mother was a dragon, a companion to owls and the beasts that crawl in the Earth."

"Oh my!" said the little man - a satyr,...
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It is raining on the city street in the downtown core, and the beggars are still out. They sit on streetcorners in the shelter of coffeeshops. They hold folding signs; these sell the object correlative of responsibility. For sale, the men and women wait crosslegged for the windfall to burgeon. Maria rides her red bicycle on the sidewalk, oblivious, headphones tuned to someone's energumen voice....
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I met Charles long before I became his teacher. Small and solemn, he was a very serious and eager little conversationalist. I would see him in the schoolyard, talking to another teacher, and we would walk together. I'm not sure exactly how our greeting started - probably he was leaning forward one day, looking Buddha-esque, and so I bowed to him rather than say hello....
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On this day, in the photo shop, Brian made his own acid-embossed engraving, from the pictures he took of eagles on his mountain hikes. He's watched them, sitting on his riverside dock, hunting rockfish and other chum, sometimes snagging something piscinely big, too bathetic to handle - dropping it from stunned talons, and flapping away with hungry whines.

Sitting in his white apron and stained...
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