Dear friends, two tales: ONCE there was an old sage out for a walk at dusk. As he strode along the road, far from the village, he was suddenly accosted…
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It is not down in any map; true places never are. — Ishmael, Moby Dick I am fond of the mouse. Everywhere beset by larger powers, he succeeds with a wi…
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Dear reader, there is a tale, A cat once happened upon a fox in the forest. While shy of such a dangerous creature, she thought to herself: “The fox is…
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Dear friends, there is a tale, One windy morning, two little girls were picking mushrooms. Since they spent all morning filling their baskets, they dec…
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The world’s slow move from dialogue to media, and how it changed us
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Dear friends, There is a tale: On certain lucid mornings, before even farmers awaken, the fairies emerge from the edge of the forest. On the sloping hi…
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We are in the dark corner of the pub together. We have been here for some time. Out of my coat I produce a pile of old photographs. Something to show y…
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Dear friends, have you ever wondered how the Christmas tree came to be? A little tale: When Jesus was born, excitement animated every living thing. For…
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“Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.”— G.K. Chesterton Dear friends, A short story: The princess kis…
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Dear friends, there is a tale: Once a country priest was so rude that when riding his horse on the narrow road, he would shout at passer-bys coming his…
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“The rain it raineth on the just And also on the unjust fella; But chiefly on the just, because The unjust hath the just’s umbrella.”― Charles Bowen De…
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Dear friends, I am a provincial person. I have lived in New Hampshire for almost my whole life, a few thousand feet from the hospital where I was born.…
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