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Another Chapter… of… Poetry. Yes, Poetry

Yesterday, March 31, found me sharing a conversation about a significant novel that begins, “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” That 1984 opening line gets me. It plays some sort of a cruel, totalitarian “April Fools!” joke. Think about it for a moment, and you might conclude, along with me, that … Continue reading