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...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

There Are Seductions That Should Be In The Smithsonian Institute, Right Next To The Spirit Of St. Louis.

The Smallest Snowstorm On Record Took Place An Hour Ago In My Back Yard. It Was Approximately Two Flakes. I Waited For More To Fall, But That Was It. The Entire Storm Was Two Flakes.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.