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Month: January 2010


red grit on Indian trails ignitedquantrill’s lust for blood, and he scalpedtwo farmers on the way to Lawrence he waved those scalps like torchesand lit up the eastern prairielike it hadn’t been since creation after the dead were lined up and shotthe cinders cooled and the smoke clearedhe hung that…

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Low-level holiday misery vs. The hydrogen bomb

Lisa, You’re E-mail today reminds me what a lucky woman you are. I know the grass over the fence gets you higher, and all that, but it’s good to hear about your family visit in their small town. I don’t know if you are around your parents, siblings, or relatives.…

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