The Vision of Sir Launfal (or, Poetry for People with the Time to Learn Pity)
One day, without much fanfare, my Mother handed me a beautiful leather-covered book. Its cover was dark blue, and the softly brushed leather embedded with gold letters. I read it. Stunned, I read it again. Though I cannot now put my hand to that book, its message is repeated below. I hope I still have eyes to see, ears to […]
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