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What I Do? Nothing

“The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over...

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The Tree by the Lake

The water in the lake evaporates, hungry dogs in the shade repose, sweat runs down my back. The road burns my soles as I walk under the scorcher. The place has a deserted look. I see the old lady sitting, fanning, the radio playing sluggish songs. All leaves wrinkled, Heat seems...

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