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A building on the corner of Otek
and Chanum streets used to be
a Kempetai headquarters, during
the Japanese occupation. In the '50s,
it was converted into the Bayanihan
Hotel, though some of its dark history
lingered in wooden panels and broody
green paint, like the interior of a forest.
I was very young when my father picked up
his niece and h...

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And so lay long in the morning, till I heard people knock at my door, and I took it to be about 8 o’clock (but afterwards found myself a little mistaken), and so I rose and ranted at Will and the maid, and swore I could find my heart to kick them down stairs, which the maid mumbled at mightily. It was my brother, who staid and talked with me, his chief business being about hi...


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Where do we get the tendency to look for symbols
when perhaps sometimes the thing is only itself
and not some larger or more universal meaning?
The blackbird that lights on the topmost branch
of the fig tree may simply be resting and not
bearing messages from the dead. The flimsy
petals of crepe myrtle that stick to my hair every
time I navigate the short...

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Up and to my office, and then walked to Woolwich, reading Bacon’s “Faber fortunae,” which the oftener I read the more I admire. There found Captain Cocke, and up and down to many places to look after matters, and so walked back again with him to his house, and there dined very finely. With much ado obtained an excuse from drinking of wine, and did only taste a drop of Sack wh...


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At a lunch gathering, two friends tell
of how their parents knew each other
from having played tennis doubles.
They knew each other's parents back
then, when they were children in
ruffled socks and patent leather shoes.
But as with most everything, that part
of their lives veered off in other directions.
Then one day, decades later, these two
(...

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