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then heard a good joke;it left her in stitches.

at the breakfast table, Soggiessplattered over our office gear…but sometimes they have ithanded to them on a plate…our finest universities,concerned at the drop-out rateof students who just can’t cut it(or perhaps, cut it just too much…)are considering in their donnish wisdomwhether to postpone essential lecturesto the afternoon… and thiswill dropp the drop-out rate? …the afternoons…

in the cause of nature’s greater good.It was tree.First, as summer lingered into autumn,it laid down its arms; the days of empire-buildingover; no longer did it needto fight in serried ranks for space.Then next, laid down the need to breathe;lingered strong upon the branchas old soldiers do, before they fade away;boasted now, beyond loyalty, all…

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named it, ‘word-hoard’ –for a word that exactly matcheswhat needs to be said,a word may call out from the pagelike that kitten or that puppyin the pet-shop, which devastatinglylooks you straight in the eye and mutely says‘Master, treasure me…’so, the other day, ‘godly’ called to me: asabbreviated in former times from ‘godlike’;not a word to…

there’s a small park: three tall treesin a broad bed of grey slate chips;this autumn afternoon, the treeshave shed their golden-yellow leavesover the grey ground; the gardenerhas carefully brushed them with his wooden broomoff the chips, and into tidy golden ringsaround the bases of the trees;as if the leaves were gathered in some joyful ceremonyof…