burials in tibetTibetan Sky Burials
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tillinghast's affiliationsMister Tillinghast's affiliations included a certain prescriptive grammarian whose accusative stares could threaten the well-being of any hardy soul regardless their station in life. My brief encounter with that imposing being (who certainly constituted a lesser power in his own right though I could not entrust my faith to that hierarchy) left me so startled that, for three weeks, I had not found the temerity to leave Ondine Hall. Wharton assured me in his usual manner that I had nothing to fear; in truth, I could not walk in broad daylight many months after without fearing some occult grammarian wishing me ill. &nbtillinghast's affiliations
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postcardsHe hovered near an erroneous fate, toying with a flawed death. The dangerous process had spiraled out of control long before the haphazard structure incorporated him into its design. He saw that the shores of oblivion make fine postcards until the tide surges forward, a chariot drawn by the Moon.postcards
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writing and talkingI cannot write when you talk. Stop waving your hands in space and time, don't graft clutter against me. You splashed mustard yellow urine against my cerulean clarity and I'm glaring at you because the architect of all thinking things is coming down the hall with clorox and steel wool.writing and talking
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story about his mother's bodyThe young composer, finding the bowl of dried rose petals and dead bees, did not expect her devastation. She was almost sixty, a painter, and he thought he loved her. But she had lost both her breasts and the knowledge of the double mastectomy was like a tear in radio speakers - the music comes as a gurgling rising behind the ears. He did not think he could rise in the morning from her body. The dilemma was not that he perceived imperfection in her or that arousal was two gentle mounds rising from soft skin. The problem lay in watching his own mother wither in the months after she lost a breast herself. She announced to her familystory about his mother's body
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