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We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.

At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.

No matter how much money there is, it can always just drain away.

Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.

I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge.

The judge’s mother was impossible; her mere presence was infuriating.

We were aiming for a complete transformation of society.

Daofu was a cluster of lights bubbling up in the belly of a darkened plain.

The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.

Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.

Don’t worry baby, that’s just the way things be sometimes.

Lovers, a new set of six-word stories from Elizabeth Benedict.

We skip across the surface like a stone slung by a giant travel agent.

I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.

I became a symbol of freedom, a miracle who had escaped the Devil.

I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.

If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.

Gresham’s law. Stupid talk chases smart talk out of circulation.

Ever since she believed he was cheating, she felt erotically obsessed.

“Why on earth are you taking luxury cruise passengers to Zamboanga?”

It’s way past 10 p.m. and we have no idea where our child is.

He was reading Our Town. She studied the departure board.

Florence’s cobbled streets spoke like a broken wheel, a halfhearted inferno.

A poetry of texture and light runs through these photographs.

In the seventies a skier’s mettle was measured by the length of his skis.

We drink to Nixon’s impeachment again, this time with the good stuff.

Photo portraits, landscapes, and world scenes by Sandra Lloyd.

cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool

Her sly smile was a vicious remnant of her life before Real Life began.