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               “And just like that, with the impatient grandeur below accident, coincidence, you’re introduced to your muse, a moral hero, a girl with a stuffed kitten named John Grady Cole.”—Vicenzo Barney *****                He read the truth before ever encountering the fiction.  It was the truth that caught his mind and guided to grandeur of […]

               If he did not write it, it would not leave—such was the way of spirit and mind.  If he did not write it, thought would dwell, and he would feel ugly and shamed by its presence.                 But when he wrote, instead of shame, he found catharsis of release.  He wrote it as a […]