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The period hasn’t been invented yet.
Scribes in Greece went back the
opposite direction reaching the end. . .
The truth is money is in war, not poetry.
I looked for it in the afterlight lapping the edge
of the long valley. I sought it in canopy, in the horizon’s
fringe, past. . .
On Lionel Shriver’s stale contrarian schtick.
On Covid-19 and the lucrative world of “senior living”
Who is expendable as we reopen for business?