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Salud y Paz by
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Prompted By War

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We asked what they needed most and they requested a transportation vehicle. Not an ambulance—that would be too much of a target.
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An Embarrassment of Stuff by
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Prompted By Stuff

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Another friend had a bumper sticker—“Live simply that others may simply live”—that still seems like good advice.
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Breathe by
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Prompted By Meditation

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It was easy to lose focus and dither the time away, getting lost in e-mail or reports, working through the day without a break. I decided to prioritize finding time to physically leave the office at least once a day.
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Beyond the Breakers by
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Prompted By Swimming

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And like magic, the water didn’t crash over us and tumble us around, it just lifted us up and then down, our toes touching the sand again.  It was wonderful.
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What’s a Snow Day? by
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Prompted By Snow Day

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I developed an awe of the men (I never saw a woman) who worked for CalTrans at all hours and conditions, keeping the roads open. 
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Learning How to Love Jack by
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Prompted By Training Pets

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We felt a bit deceived—after all, we only agreed to take him because she had begged—but he had clearly had a traumatic adolescence and changed since his owner had died.  We still took him in, the damaged goods, and named him “Jack”.
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Stop if You’ve Heard This One Before by
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Prompted By Comedy

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A hippie, a priest and Henry Kissinger were in an airplane......
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License to Drive by
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Prompted By The DMV

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Turning sixteen was a coming-of-age ritual.  Not a sweet sixteen party—getting a driver’s license!  Having wheels in mid-twentieth century US meant mobility, freedom, unsupervised hanging out with friends, romance.
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Memories of Cars Past by
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I needed something more reliable. My hours were irregular, public transportation spotty, and I lived too far from the hospital to walk.  And it rained and snowed.  Any car that ran would do. That, plus my general ambivalence, is probably why my first car was such a clunker.
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Inquiring Minds by
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Prompted By Turning Points

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I had already reasoned out that, looking at the evidence, there was no way that Santa could make it to all the boys and girls around the world in one night, not to mention the chimney issue or the problematic Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy visits. 
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