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SUMMERTIME BLUES
I'm running out of things to do this summer. Shopping for food has lost its thrill for me. I don't like the endless aisles of food, the...
THE CAVES WE COME FROM
The old Calavon river, which is really a glorified arroyo here in southern France, is drying up. It hasn't rained in two weeks and the...
Time Beyond Memory
It's rainy here in southern France, and chilly. The sky is the color of winter, and a fitful sun keeps popping in and out of mountains of...
THE NEED TO KNOW WHY
I thought I wanted to become a philosopher when I went to college. I signed up for an introductory course and found myself sitting in a...
A RIDE IN GATSBY'S CAR
When it's raining out, houses have a different sound. The door isn't crisp when it shuts, it thuds softly, and it makes you feel...
THE ARRIVAL OF SPRING
The crocus came up two days ago. I wondered how long it might take to get some sign that spring was on the way. There they are, tough...
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