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“Aimless Love” (and my Dad)

Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with poetry. It wasn’t just the economy of language; goodness knows, some poetry can be so heavy with words it’s a wonder they don’t weigh an actual ton in addition to their … Continue reading

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