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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Twenty-Three Pieces of the Sunset Bowl
[A]ll over town, pits in the ground stayed pits in the ground. Those cavities were my consolation. For the moment, we were all in the hole.
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Morning Coffee
Mysterious Russian Ice Rings! An annotated first sentence of William Gass’ “On Being Blue.” As a life long ornithophobiac people tend to think I’m irrational. How then do you explain this MAN HUNTING EAGLE? Jonathan Lethem on Ballard. This is…