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Stanley Pacion A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN

These are the facts, nothing here but the facts. I was on the road to Damascus via a street in the West Village in New York City, when, in an instant, barometric pressure had dropped 100 MB. Darkness enveloped an eleven-o’clock-morning sun. It may have been a trick of the mind, or some kind of serious panic disorder. Although I could no longer see, I pictured myself a child on a visit to my great grandmother's house in La Salle, Illinois. In my head I felt as though a tornado was approaching...

Monday, October 13, 2008

COUNT SLOBENDORF’S MISFORTUNE

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COUNT SLOBENDORF’S MISFORTUNE

He was unable to recall
When he had last seen the words,
‘I love you’, form upon her lips.