One evening, I found myself alone for a few hours in a sea of strangers. The room was. . . .
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While I sip my morning coffee, I always spend a few minutes watching. . . .
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If you had seen the handful of dull, lumpy amaryllis bulbs that lived for weeks on our kitchen counter amidst the potatoes and onions, you would be stunned and amazed if. . . .
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I made a turkey dinner a few days ago, and my favorite part was. . . .
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Yesterday, I watched a small child, just past his fifth birthday, sprawled out on his stomach. . . .
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I have a poinsettia left over from Christmastime, its red finery now faded. A few weeks ago. . . .
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