I sit in a chair in a circle with two dozen other students, a mix of graduate and undergraduate English students, fanned out around Marvin Bell, an acclaimed…
The mind searches, sealed corridors of the future, old traps from the past.
I thread a ridgeline of the mind, the finished to one side and the yet-to-happen…
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