Sunday, The 18th of June, 1882
Beloved brother, I believe the ties that bind, our blood, allow for uninhibited discourse, therefore, I will undoubtedly speak forwardly and in return I shall expect nothing short. That being said, you will not mistake my conclusions for conclusions at
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November 7, 2012
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Sunday, The 11th of June, 1882
K – Though it has been some time, I feel, still, you’ve a lot to learn. You are older, true, but I see your thoughts to be quite childish and unrealistic. You are very much the romantic I had been.
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November 7, 2012
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Sunday, The 4th of June, 1882
Sunday, June 5 Dear brother O, As of late, on my walks through this city, I have come accustomed to taking in the faces that I pass. I take them in with my eyes, and for the most part, they
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November 6, 2012
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Hardly Strictly Bluegrass 2012: A Good Fold
I hate people. My friends know this. I’ve told them before, and the only reason they’re my friends is because somewhere deep down, they hate people too.
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October 7, 2012
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That Simple Road: Part 4
Arizona, unlike every other state minus Hawaii, fails to participate in Daylight Savings Time. Thus its failure to proverbially, “spring forward,” has provided, at 5 am, darts of the rising sun thrown through the space in my blinds. And I’m
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May 24, 2012
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That Simple Road: Part 3
Goodbye Tahoe. 5:30 am. I pulled onto the road as the sun was throwing rays over the eastern walls, lighting up the western ridge with purples and reds and blues as the moon quietly disappeared like our money at the
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May 15, 2012
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That Simple Road: Part 2
Leaving the city is the worst of it all. On a Friday at 4:30 there is no easy way out. Just grin and bear it. And thank god you’re headed somewhere, anywhere. SF to the East Bay is shit. From
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May 14, 2012
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That Simple Road: Part 1
There’s something about a stretch of asphalt, laid out so perfectly on her back, waiting for a ride. It’s been immortalized time and time again. But, what exactly is it that is so hauntingly beautiful? That grips you by the
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May 10, 2012
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