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1 Some Shield.... 232 6:37 10.95 $0.20
2 For Measured Shores 239 6:36 11.26 $0.20
3 This Tar Won't Hold 231 4:16 7.03 $0.20
4 3 Forms 238 7:48 13.25 $0.20
5 No Opera 230 8:22 13.73 $0.20
6 Our Worn Shadow 248 6:34 11.62 $0.20
7 A Remark 271 3:51 7.43 $0.20
8 Tsunami 228 5:24 8.80 $0.20
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Show — Our Worn Shadow

1 Pavement

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


David French makes a very astute observation about relativism at the National Review Phi Beta Cons blog (hat tip to Constitutionally Correct)

2 Sweet Silence

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


All Saints Anglican Church of Amesbury, 67 Friend St., Amesbury, 978-388-0009, www.allsaintsamesbury.org. Holy Eucharist, 8:45 and 10:45 a.m.

3 Cube

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


As the Ely Shoshone Tribe moves into the 21st Century, a long-awaited cash settlement for tribal members and the development of newly acquired land for housing and economic development are anticipated in the near future.

4 Big Shug

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


MONTGOMERY, Ala. (AP) -- In recent years, the members of the Alabama House have passed dozens of bills only to watch most get caught in a political fight in the Senate and die without coming up for a vote.

5 Daniele mondello, gigi d'agostino

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


Nighty, night!

6 Pierre Lapointe

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez on Monday wrapped up a visit to the Islamic republic aimed at building a "strategic unity" with fellow anti-US populist President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

7 Bill Perkins Quartet Featuring Victor Feldman

Our Worn Shadow by Manyfingers


He had the innocent look of a blond cherub, his hand twisted upright toward me as he lay asleep, his torso thrown over the scratch-graffiti surface of the wood table. His soft white palm was empty now, but I knew that only days before it had tightly grasped a rifle.

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