The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying

Knister

The Word Maker

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I don’t remember coming up with these words, where these made-up words to describe what I saw or felt or chewed or disliked had come from.

“Knister” was my word for the marks that the perhaps a little too tight elastic bands in my socks left on my legs when I (or Mom) took them off. Sort of an indentation — a little circular ravine around the ankle or calf.

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Ulf Wolf

Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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