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Some days I get up to run but then just sit in spandex and write poems.
Belgium, 13th century
I saw a queen, wearing a gold dress, and her dress was full of eyes, and all the eyes were transparent,. . .
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
Former politicians tap a new wellspring of American attention.
On Robert Glück and the New Narrative’s lost utopia.
Against gratitude as a therapeutic practice.