'When The Wind Hasn't Stopped Blowing 
 And Heart Hasn't Stopped Beating
 How Can We Both Stop Meeting.."

I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.

But we need to quit taxing people upon death. No taxation without respiration.

It was not laziness if he was a rich man. Only the poor were lazy. Just as only the poor were ignorant. A rich man who didn’t know anything was spoiled or independent.

Written By John Steinbeck

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