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First, The Thud of Locusts
Sunday, October 21, 2007
"So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear."
The worst part about knowing the truth is you can no longer believe anything else.
I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.
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