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thirteen moons, fifty six years ________________________________________________________________

...i reference the new novel by Charles Frazier...someone still writes literature...how frustrating it is to live in a wordless world...but I recall the first year of college...1969...miss jones a beautiful literate english teacher and that classroom of vile yokelboys and yokel-er women...how much sympathy i felt for her as she discussed the glories of william faulkner whom none of us had ever read...i so desperately wanted to catch up and know what she knew...and now I feel like i am in a room surrounded by word hating anti-intellectuals but that is a dream the truth is even worse, most just don't care...

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