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The Man Lying on a Beach

He almost enjoyed seeing that day sky turn into night and watching the beautiful couples walk by— some of them more beautiful than the word itself. He put on his bravest face possible since he was not merely down on … Continue reading

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Painting on a Sunday

“A little light green here and a little light gray there,” my wife says, “and the room will look more charming.” She’s so sincere that I come close to stopping my grumpiness and accepting the task at hand. Yesterday the … Continue reading

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The Brown Cathedral

Home to a handful of the faithful now— in contrast to the multitudes who flock to the popular Greek restaurant across the street, its entrance imposing as the prow of a trireme at Salamis. The sexton has ample time to … Continue reading

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