Ten o’clock, New England. A local pub along a disappearing old road somewhere near Concord.
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Two quarrelers meet in the middle of a dream and take ten paces.
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even if they come and go, even if you drift and grow,
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that they can share the earth, and there really wasn’t ever a good reason to kill. And no war happened ever again.
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The War That Never Was Two men meet in the middle of the sky to start a war. Their men wait for their command. After circling each other, minds doing figure eights, they decide to fly on top of the tallest mountain to gain perspective. On the mountain, the two drink tea in silence. They share photos of their families and watch the tiny villagers below move about their lives. They come upon agreement
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the idiots will praise destruction as a cigarette lies down to rest.
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left a suicide notebook dedicated to blaming me,
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“Hi, hello, hi, hello.” But people passed, never daring to make eye contact or throw a hello back. I said to him, “Hello, how are you?” And he said, “Oh, thank god! I was beginning to believe I didn’t exist or that I had lost my fucking mind.”
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sexually harassing, raping, and gaslighting
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White powerful men want to reappropriate the term “Witch Hunt” when defending themselves from being held accountable for