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Journal Entry, Earth, May 2019

I’ve seen puerile, jaundiced vitriol delivered through a sneer set in a caked face, and I’ve seen a recitalist the size of a pea sit at the maw of a grand piano and speak our other language flawlessly, and I’ve seen a wren slip behind a backyard chat and into the hole of its summer house.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.