I once went through the dustbin outside David Bowie&#39;s house.

welcome all the situation
to your land and handle it
without taking back step
you'll feel lost if you keep crying
so do not lose confident
just follow the direction of wind

Tiffany looked around— —the hiver looked around— —and thought: I’ve got to be the strongest. When I am strongest, I shall be safe. That one is weak. She thinks you can buy magic.

Staring down at the brook, I remembered a stream near Mammoth Lake. We’d parked the camper just above it and, all night, listened to it splashing across rocks and stones; a lovely sound.

Written By Richard Matheson

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