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16-01-09 1. never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. that is how galaxies are made. -- tyler kent white. 2.you must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessnes...

15-12-25 one afternoon about a week before christmas, my family of four piled into our minivan to run an errand, and this question came from a small voice in the back seat: dad, began my five-year-old son, patrick, how come ive never seen you cry? just like...

15-12-09 it would have made a stoic smile to have seen me and my little family sit down to dinner. there was my majesty the prince and lord of the whole island; i had the lives of all my subjects at my absolute command; i could hang, draw, give liberty, and...

15-11-13 botany sarah holland-batt after the rain, we went out in pairs to hunt the caps that budded at night: wet handfuls of waxtips and widows, lawyer's wigs, a double-ringed yellow. we shook them out onto gridded sheets, the girls more careful than the b...

15-09-28 you might expect that little happens in the arctic ocean during the cold and dark winter. but that just isn't so, according to researchers who have sampled the activities of many different species during three consecutive winters in kongsfjorden, sv...

15-08-03 sore heads the morning after the night before could become a thing of the past thanks to a 'revolutionary' new drink - designed to prevent hangovers. 一种专为防止宿醉设计的革命性新饮品有望令宿醉第二天早上醒来后的头痛成为过去时。 the 3.60 drink, desi...

15-07-22 lovesong of the square root of negative one richard siken l am the wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves tremble but i am invisible, bloom without flower, knot without rope, song without throat in wingless flight, dark boat in the dark nigh...

15-07-22 changing of the guard timothy steele prior to sunrise, as it's growing light, nocturnal birds relay the burden of their vocal arts to their diurnal counterparts. an owl hoots as a coda to the night; a finch chirps as a prelude to the day. it is as i...

15-07-20 it was a bright cold day in april, and the clocks were striking thirteen. winston smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions, though not quickly enough to...

15-05-13 nighthawk is a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night -- an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future -- that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep...