"Caleb! Anna!"
We ran outside and saw a huge cloud, horribly black, moving toward us pver the north fields. Papa slid down the roof, helping Sarh after him.
"A squall!" he yelled to us. He help up his arms and Sarah jumped off the…
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Dune
After dinner, Sarah drew pictures to send home to Maine. She began a charcoal drawing of fields, rolling like the sea rolled. She drew a sheep whose ears were too big. And she drew a windmill.
"Windmill was my first word," said Caleb.…
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She Sat on the Porch Alone
The sheep made Sarah smile. She sank her fingers into their thick, coarse wool. She talked to them, running with the lambs, letting them sucks on her fingers. She named them after her favorite aunts, Harriet and Mattie and Lou. She lay down…
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Saturday, April 23, 2016
When Will We Sing?
Seal stretched and made a small cat sound. I watched her circle the dogs and sniff the air. Caleb came out and stood beside me.
"When will we sing?" he whispered.
I shook my head, turning the white stone over and over in my hand.…
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Sarah Plain and Tall
Bring the Sea
Caleb slipped his hand into mine as we stood on the porch, watching the road. He was afraid.
"Will she be nice?" he asked. "Like Maggie?"
"Sarah will be nice," I told him.
"How far away is Maine?" he asked.
"You know how…
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Patricia MacLachlan
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Sarah Plain and Tall
Sunday, April 17, 2016
But They Couldn't
I wiped my hands on my apron and went to the window. Outside, the prairie reached out and touched the places where the sky came down. Though winter was nearly over, there were patches of snow and ice everywhere. I looked at the long dirt road…
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Sarah Plain and Tall
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Beauty - be not Caused, It is
This was, I realised, a beautiful planet. Maybe it was the most beautiful of all. But beauty creates its own troubles. You look at a waterfall or an ocean or a sunset, and you find yourself wanting to share it with someone.
"Beauty - be…
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Matt Haig
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The Humans
Saturday, April 2, 2016
The Nature of Reality
The Nature of Reality
Civilised life, you know, is based on a huge
number of illusions in which we all collaborate
willingly. The trouble is we forget after a while
that they are illusions and we are deeply shocked
when reality is…
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