Made, we are, from the dust. And for mere dust to try to dominate other dust, to put your dusty knee on the neck of another man.
When nothing is as it used to be, flowers offer comfort.
Every evening, on the hill outside my little cabin in West Tisbury, a stupendous spectacle takes place.
Says You!, the weekly comedy quiz show on National Public Radio, entered its 25th year on the air this spring.
“Dad, tell me about the old days, when life was normal and we could go out and do things, like play with friends and drive off-Island for adventures.”
A side by side stroll is a ghost of the past.
What have I done? I’m sitting at my desk, looking at a furiously flapping pigeon that I didn’t think would live through the night.
The Cardinals came to breakfast On the morning I was born
If you come from far away or someplace closer by
Welcome aboard we said when the mainlanders came offering big bucks for our family land, old houses, barns.

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