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Muse for Monday

What is there about wolves which make them believe we do not notice how their wool coats hang funny?

Muse for Monday

In theory, doctors are meant to help patients get well, be well and stay well. There are always notable exceptions.

Muse for Monday

Mantra at the crack of dawn is a strange and eerie sound: an oxymoron exercised in juxtaposition.

Mantra for a Muse

Mantra has been throwing mothballs from her lantern. She ejected this one twice this week in reference to conversations on which she has eavesdopped.

Muse for Monday

Railroad tracks conjure many images. What does it bring to mind for you? Freight cars laden for colder climes? Tanker cars? Vagabonds and tramps? The caboose?