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Reflective Prose: Fascination, And Dangerous Weather

Springtime hits hard in some quarters. I call this 'dangerous weather'—like, you've got to watch out where you're going. You might trip and fall. Somehow this always coincides with the…
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Reflective Prose: Day Nights

I gotta do something about them day nights. I was just walking home from the store, bopping down the street at 11 PM, a time that I grew up believing…