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… a vacation, which, actually, it can’t). I had been accompanied by my wife onto the beach. She took a seat as soon … been about eight hours since the crash. I knew I could have died. It didn’t occur to me that I hadn’t. 2. Let rocks … from. I don’t pretend that anyone standing near me might also have heard its speech. The rock’s mouth didn’t move as …
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… on its wheels and struts, it seems positively stalwart compared to its companion, collapsed on its belly—a gesture of abjection, it feels, but also prayerful? Inside the trailer shells I glimpse blankets … asks for money for a traveling memorial to his father, who died in April. They had just reconnected after Joey got …
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… Mountain Valley Pipeline will transect. The maps I’ve studied showing the proposed route are called “parcel maps.” … cut into portions that look like puzzle pieces. As Peter points & talks I think of how the sections of a pipeline … the pictures. The dispatches are then published on our website, and two are selected for inclusion in each issue of …
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… Picking blackberries at night, the darkness that conceals the berries equally disguises the thorns. I froze … for February—the most difficult month—when I am often overcome with an unmoving restlessness. “I wish I knew more … Like my patients, Kathy M. Hagenbuch is a stranger. She died July 15 at age fifty-three, and has a husband and …
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… My Mother A #VQRTrueStory Essay 1. My grandmother Mary died last November at ninety-three, after six months of … mother, and I was crying relentlessly—but still, we went, compelled to do something tangible with our grief. Is the … time on the phones. My grandfather Gus and Aunt Marie also grew up in South Philly, on Emily Street. I thought of …