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First, The Thud of Locusts
Thursday, November 22, 2007
closed doors are the first signs of hope
When you want nothing more than to stop caring, you can't care more. When you want nothing more than to forget...
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B.S.H.
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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