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Chicago - Believe It or Not
… already begun and indeed the backbone of the plan has become a bone of contention. Her universities have gathered a … the meantime swelling the deposits of the banks whose officials compose the Protective Committees; and because the City … There are over four hundred local governmental taxing bodies, most of them boards and commissions with overlapping …
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The Road to the Country
… there by accident. He had left camp with the Royal Niger Company at Port Harcourt  and rode his bicycle into the forest in search of undiscovered species of animals.) Thus, only a map sketched by the hands of God himself … The country is the land of men who bear in their bodies the mark of war. The country is of men who carry the …
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Dog
… the mottled cowlicks of the coat across her chest— and she died,        was gone like that , the bullet still chambered … he fed her, saying over her grave the single word she had come to know herself by, never understanding it was no name …
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Devils Tower, Sacred Space
… Space When I first climbed Devils Tower, the iconic 1,267-foot volcanic plug in northeastern Wyoming, it was 1976. … they “smudge” themselves, pulling the smoke over their bodies as if it were flowing water. This act is meant to … not to forget their connection to the land.  Finally, he points up at Mato Tipila, raises his arms, bows his head, …
The Chase
… me; It’s his life-death. But I won’t Take it—if I do, I’ll die On the spot. I’ll be useless like a kiss In the past …
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The Last Trapshoot
… around joking about how well they planned to shoot clay birdies out of the sky. The man who shot most of the ten clay … slicked-back brown hair, who always had an eye for the ladies, grinned from ear to ear, and struck a match. All the … house on Lake Huron.” “Then why don’t they stay there. Why come back here?” Gertie asked. “Well, you know, he comes to …
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