The night before his death, Mister Miranda arrived at the Café Funchal a bit after eleven. He chose his usual outdoor seat, close to the balustrade overlooking the river. From the inner pocket of his jacket he pulled out...
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One step, slowly.I look at the hedge that smartly follows the curve of the sidewalk: no branches cross the freshly painted fence, no bright green leaves while falling will dirty the pavement.Two steps, on tiptoe.I eye the building...
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In or out. I give sense to the or. Without me in and out would be non-existent categories, inside and outside would be the same thing. I am a wall, and as such, I divide, separate, distinguish. We walls depend on...
  He observed that his bus was late again that morning. Fortunately just for a few minutes, but enough to make him rush to get to work on time. He scratched his nose; the cold was making it strangely itchy. Exhausted, he...
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Robert E. Howard – The One Black Stain

They carried him out on the barren sand where the rebel captains died; Where the grim gray rotting gibbets stand as Magellan reared them on the strand, And...