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perhaps we are not so much inspired as filled to brimming til we burst forth a response to all that is being offered inundating us passionately embracing us almost stifling us with possibility
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she had stripped off her sopping clothes here I am on my pedestal she stepped out of her encasement onto the lovely wood floors she and
Samuel had painstakingly refinishe she never could decide whether the bed or the bathtub or the kitchen window were here favorited spots in this apartment I'm alone too much, she thought, she turned on the bathwater, harder than necessary and soon steam was filling the air my breasts are a bit Greek though God, the hot water crashed through the stiffness in her toes I will never, ever climb Mount Everest, she thought the telephone rang |
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