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It will never cease to amaze me that you can beat yourself up for weeks trying to write something, grinding out crap, and then suddenly, one day, it's just... there. Like you're typing as fast as you can just to keep up with the words flowing. (I will also likely never trust that this will happen.)

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Robert Browning, Poet, Playwright, #BornOnThisDay in 1812, in Walworth, London From ‘Meeting at Night’: “Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match”

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new phone means more room for fish pics

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On this Jackie Robinson Day, a brief, familial humblebrag: My father was the PIO for a Jewish nonprofit that honored Robinson at a 1960s dinner. And Bernie Simon would not come home that night without photographic proof for my older brother. Gary Simon, an Ebbets Field regular, was properly awed.

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