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selections from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

‘I think,’ said Anna, toying with the glove she had taken off, ‘I think . . . if there are as many minds as there are men, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.’ Continue reading

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Inbound toward Fisherman’s Wharf. Outbound toward Caltrain. Via Civic Center.

why wait for it all to pile up? why let it get so out of hand that, by the time you decide to finally put mind to pen, memories of life have puttered their sad happy way down lonely crowded … Continue reading

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