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Monday’s something-or-otherĀ 

At the outset it’s become clear that I’m not going to find even the most palliative help for my literary schizophrenia. Turns out, I’ve started this book, Father Elijah, about four times. But my exposure to the blue-screen, brain-freezing iphone … Continue reading

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