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Inner Revolution

The fur­ther down the path we went, the darker our world became. The clouds thicken and bruised the sky. We came to a point where the path was blocked. Side to side, they had strung razor wire across out path. We had expected this; we had a way around the wire: We went under­neath it. As soon as we had cleared that bar­rier, we saw our next problem.
Slowly, lum­ber­ing up the hill toward us was a giant rocket on a mobile launch vehi­cle. The white gird­ers of the launcher were heavy and unwieldy. The weight of the rocket sunk the wheels of the trans­port into the soft earth, mak­ing progress slow. The diesels push­ing the launcher up the rise moaned under the stress, the ground rever­ber­at­ing in sym­pa­thy with their labor­ing. Slowly, delib­er­ately, the back end began to swing around as the pushed the launcher into its final posi­tion. Con­tinue read­ing

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Now My Guitar Reaches High

I was dropped off at my dorm. Other stu­dents were already there, as was the pro­fes­sor. He seemed a lit­tle sur­prised to see me back. I felt a bit like maybe I should not be. My grades were not all that good, and my study habits were non-existent. Even still, I was smart enough to pull a C aver­age. I might have been on the low side, but I was still aca­d­e­m­i­cally accept­able. Con­tinue read­ing

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Journalism On The Half-Shell

The men were look­ing for me. My com­pan­ion pointed to the dam and said the other side of that dam is a 300 foot fall; Dave could not have gone that way. The intrud­ers ques­tioned him as to the neces­sity of a dam, espe­cially at that height. Did the val­ley below ever really fill all the way up to this level and start flood­ing our river? As I looked down that seemed like an improb­a­ble if not impos­si­ble cir­cum­stance indeed. Con­tinue read­ing

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College Daze

The teacher came over to ask me a ques­tion; I just pre­tended to be sleep­ing, and she went on and asked the girls next to me. They did not know the answer, either. Con­tinue read­ing

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