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There is no name to be inscribed in ink or stone for an almost forever It’s a loss which circulates in the blood from time to tim... -
The I after You lay dormant in the heart of Winter snow and shards of ice as sharp as any knife created p... -
I decided to become a teacher in the late 80’s. I graduated college, went to work in advertising and it was not what I hoped it would be...
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