Sons & Daughters by the Decemberists

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St. Abraham Kidunaja: c. 500 “Abraham was the dutiful son of wealthy parents.† On the day before the marriage his parents had arranged for him, he fled to the desert and remained there, much distressed by his own disobedience.† Making his home in a cave he sealed up the entrance, leaving only a small opening [...]

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Endgame is a play that is meant to be seen by oneself. In the silence of your consciousness you will be able to hear the wheels turning.† It’s strange that these wheels (”big bicycle wheels!”) need to be set in motion, need to be powered by the presence of an external force.† I [...]

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By the time she opened her eyes and took in the white of her ceiling she had been fully awake for some time, fighting to keep out the day. She rarely woke with the positive energy she remembered. Her mornings were almost always like this — filled with a sense of obligation, even [...]

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Rueben spent the next couple of hours writing. He could only do it for a couple of hours at a time, on good days, so he was grateful for the progress he was making. He had finished his cereal and put on a couple of pots of coffee, each growing cold before he [...]

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In spite of everything, this was turning out to be a good morning. Rueben felt at ease with himself as he sunk into his computer chair, tucking one leg underneath the other, so that he was half-way to sitting cross-legged. He moved the computer mouse around with a few sharp flicks until [...]

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from the movie Once.

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A book of stories I recently finished by another Irish writer whom I greatly admire. I found the stories to be moving in their quietness, their understated intensity of feeling, their moments of almost unnoticed intimacy that would shift the world off of its axis just slightly. Equally moving was the final story, [...]

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I have seen this rock show of a musical 4 times now, and have yet to be bored. It is a bizarre mix of one-man-show, back-to-basics theater, rock show, and beat poetry reading. It is beautiful, and smart, and funny, and bold, and honest. It is the story of my life as [...]

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He got dressed and started rummaging through the kitchen cupboards in search of something that could pass for breakfast. The first cupboard he opened had an assortment of little bottles, salt and pepper, plastic cups, a box of lighters and matches. The second wasn’t much help either, offering tea and coffee filters. [...]

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