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The raptor herald
Smack! The front legs of my chair leave the floor, my hands pop off the laptop keyboard; I jerk backward. A split second, then a tinkli...
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A dozen boxes of my Mom’s books, stacked in the garage since her death two years ago. I remember them in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that c...
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When I come to Los Angeles in the summer I live in an apartment on an alley. Actually, an alley in Torrance, one of the over 88 cities of ...
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Smack! The front legs of my chair leave the floor, my hands pop off the laptop keyboard; I jerk backward. A split second, then a tinkli...
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