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Low humidity and high winds allow for a fire to get out of control.
Low humidity and high winds allow for a fire to get out of control.
But one sets of grandparents lived on Davidson Avenue in the Bronx and one lived in Manhattan and I had read more
But one sets of grandparents lived on Davidson Avenue in the Bronx and one lived in Manhattan and I had an aunt and uncle in Queens, so in my heart I was a New Yorker.
Running is a great way to relieve stress and clear the mind.
Running is a great way to relieve stress and clear the mind.
Who is this midget, who is not fit to lace Beckham's boots?
Who is this midget, who is not fit to lace Beckham's boots?
Connors fought a great match. He was paired against a really tough opponent and held his ground. I can't really read more
Connors fought a great match. He was paired against a really tough opponent and held his ground. I can't really get down on our guys, because they showed great effort.
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, read more
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven . . .
When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed read more
When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.
Some artists claim praise is irrelevant in measuring the success of art, but I think it's quite relevant. Besides, it read more
Some artists claim praise is irrelevant in measuring the success of art, but I think it's quite relevant. Besides, it makes me feel great.
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
