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Each Heart Has Its Graveyard, Each Household Its Dead, And Knells Ring Around Us Wherever We Tread, And The Feet That Awhile Made Our Pathway So Bright Pass On To A Land That Is Out Of Our Sight.

It Is A Mystery, And To Tell The Truth, I Am Intrigued By Mysteries Even If This Is To Be My Last Week Of Enjoying Them. I Would Welcome Some Glimmer Of Understanding But, Failing That, Working On The Puzzle Will Suffice.

Lovemaking Seems All Too Absurd When Described.

As Long As My Sixth Graders Showed An Average Improvement Of Five Years, The Principal And District Pretty Much Left Me Alone To Create My Own Curriculum And Teach Whatever I Wanted

The Never-ending Competition Between Writers Hasn't Changed Between 1868 And 2000. I Used To Belong To Writers' Workshops With Other Professionals, But That Becomes Impossible After A While. Everyone's On A Different Step Of The Career Ladder. Jealousy Doesn't Have To Erupt Into Murder And Burying Someone In Wells Cathedral, But It Is Always There.