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money is useless...
"Not until the last tree has died; Not until the last river has been poisoned; Not until the last fish has been caught, will we realize we can't eat money." 19th Century Cree Indian
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My Rock
Adam Sun was my rock. He was a daily, joyous, presence. I miss his phone calls and his excited and cheerful personality. My son is dancing...
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Since the murder of my kitten, Lucky in 1966, I have been morbidly curious about death. In my dark bedroom I imagined laying in a coffin,...
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“Untitled” by Angel Strehlen, 2004, acrylic on canvas, 18×36 inches Intimacy is more than sex , and doesn’t necessarily include it. ...
