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I remember the
first time I asked you out—the Armageddon clock moved another second
closer to midnight.
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A new theory
tells us Tyrannosaurs
hunted in packs, and formed social groups where young and old lived and
worked together.
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3.
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We are very much
alike, sharing this
diorama that tries to be more than it is.
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4.
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I fall asleep to
the soft music of your legs.
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5.
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Turning
right on a red light—flashing green
lights advance in the distance.
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6.
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It’s all about
understanding what has passed.
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7.
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Drive-Thru
windows beckon.
I am alone.
I order fries with no salt
so they have to make them up fresh.
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8.
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The
museum has added
a new exhibit for the first
time in what seems centuries.
Do you want to go?
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9.
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There
is always a crowd. I try to recall
a thousand introductions
to people we will never meet again.
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10.
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History
shouldn’t be taught—
it should be lived.
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11.
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You
want to eat fruit out of season
and cry at almost everything—
dead horseshoe crabs
washed up on the beach.
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12.
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Art is a
solitary experience.
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13.
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For
the third time
I feel a sense that I belong
in the ruins of churches
where crickets
sound in the tall grass.
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14.
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All historians
are either dead or dying.
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15. |
I ask you if you’re
ready to leave.
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16.
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Kids
on school trips echo while
the skeleton T-Rex
tells me I’m small.
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17.
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We
breathe the same air it did,
everything else has changed.
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