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For years, I wrote ‘in secret’ (tucking journals under mattresses and slyly saving documents as “Term Paper: Oliver Cromwell’s Commonwealth” when the pages contained, in fact, snippets of prose and self-conscious lines of poetry).  Now,  I have done it. Have thrust myself out.  It is very likely that this site will still be mostly mine to see, but the mere fact that you could, if you wanted, is far more exciting than any half-hidden rhyme could be.

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