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MomDead blond hairs from a brush borrowed three years before are carefully extracted by tweezers and scalding water and soap and cling to the hand as they are shaken into the waste basketMom
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Little FishThe fish swim lazily in their tank. They circle around the large hunk of living coral that has been harvested far from this cramped waiting room. The furnishing is sparse, a few chairs, a seedy couch and a long coffee table littered with greasy looking magazines.Little Fish
Bailey, Sasha’s little sister swings her legs back and forth as she intently watches the fish circle in their tiny world. She reaches for a magazine but I grab her hand, she whines but I remind her that this is a hospital and who knows who touched the mags before we got here.
I open my cell phone to check the time, blithely ignoring the sign on the wall that says &
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What a Book DoesWhen the day has blessedly come to an end you find your favorite quiet place. You have been waiting for this, the greatest escape you can make on the tail end of a cloudy Tuesday. It starts when the lines disappear before your eyes. The weight in your hands is now nothing more than air. The world stops around you, and the one inside takes shape. Everything is how you left it, the people standing in their places, waiting to say their lines. They talk on and go through the motions that make up the Story. Your eyes flow over the words, but they are not words anymore; they become a voice in your head that narrators every conversaWhat a Book Does
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A Billion in OneMargret raised her hand to answer the question and the tension in the large class room intensified. The professor nodded and smiled but it was the kind of smile that twitched in the corners. “The New Guinea natives have several major differences between male and female coming of age ceremonies which are um…that involve…” She stopped cold realizing she had raised the wrong hand, and in doing so had given everyone a very good look at IT. And now every eye-ball in the room was fixed square on Margret’s wrist, she might have well been stark naked. The silence was going from expectant to awkward. SayA Billion in One
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