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               He wondered if one ever read his stories, found them by their own seeking where he left them all in open sight and access—if ever one cared to search.  It didn’t really matter, was just a curiosity, a wondering he would not drive to known answer but wrote away and aired simply to let […]

               I built a desk believing, with it, I would write grand things.  I built it with blood (I cut my hand with a wood chisel in the process of its making), sweat (but no tears, I didn’t cry; wrapped and promptly departed to get glued back together); but a funny thing about it: it […]