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Cora-Sue

Saturday Oct. 16 1946 Batesville Arkansas The river sparkled like a bucket full of costume jewelry. Along both banks the trees were full of gold, greens, and red. Leading the procession a slow churning barge gleamed with the brass of a high school band. In rows on the wooden deck, the players fidgeted in white chairs. The second river barge chugged along behind. Standing tall in the middle it had a bulky wooden throne, painted gold and draped with craft-shop finery, where the queen herself sat presiding over the celebration.
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Dan The Man

Almost in a glass sphere (set apart from the hectic life) cottonwood fuzz drifts light as air in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Nature has a gentle sense of humor there. Maybe you’ve seen but didn’t mark it, where stands a quiet place. The house is rustic — a solitary affair with a wraparound porch both airy and deep. A knee high picket fence partitions off a weedy little herb and flower garden.
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Troder Of the Mish'dee Orb

I am giving up on the expression “Awesome!” It is used to an embarrassing automatic degree. I would just as soon use a nothing expression such as “The Cat Was Pleased.” In fact, whenever I find something to my delight (the more transitory the better) but can’t be put to the trouble of elaborating (more or less why), count on my contribution: “The Cat Was Pleased.” Now on with our story.
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Your Name Again

It was a curious experience for Philip Marsh Friday Night when the room began to sway, the colorful decorations and lights blurred, and a thick tongue slurred his speech. It was curious to those around him too, his measured bearing, low-key amiability, suddenly so far out on a jag as to hardly know him. Tonight at the Gala fundraising event, everyone who knew him also knew, in his many years as a public relations man, Philip attended a lot of community events and never did he drink to excess.
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