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    We would play baseball almost every afternoon. All five of us. Chris, Andy, Katie, Jonathan, and me. The teams were Chris and Jonathan versus Andy, Katie, and me, and they were very lopsided teams. Chris and Jonathan were a few years older and much more skilled. Andy was pretty good. But Katie and...
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    What were we expecting as we made our road-trip through the wild countryside to the country home that had welcomed us in the summers of our childhood? What did we anticipate we’d feel as we drove further, as the radio turned to rain sticks one station after another? Sure enough, the gras...
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    It seems to me that there ought to be a way of saying a word without saying it. Of dancing around it on tiptoes and pointing toward it with long fingers. Then maybe we could write something roundabout and poignant. Then we could weave words like silkworms and wrap around our ideas in carefu...
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    See: I’ll never hear the wild hooves’ thunder, Nor whispering the trees’ simple wonder By the old pasture under settling light, And all of it waving with winds asunder. No. I’ll hear engines, instead, and hold tight While rapidity swells on our way tonight, As, with millions more, on...
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    To the boy she taught Rachmaninov’s prelude number ten in B minor. Her favorite piece for her favorite student. (Rachmaninov himself had taught it to her mother, and her mother had taught it to her, but she did not have children. She could not have children. She was born that way.) She asked th...
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    Now the rain is twelve billion fingers tapping rapid-fire on my rooftop. And occasionally, when the sky calls for crescendo, the fingers fly down furiously in forceful fortissimo. And afterward, the score reads “calm down, now, decrescendo, now,” and there's something like peace for ...
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