Morning becomes Electra.
Newport sunrises are dangerous: they often urge me toward Coleridgeian indiscretions–I can hardly contain myself from scribbling...
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These are the treasures of our Miltonic mind, in chronological order, mostly, and written without a master gameplan–but always in a race with some rhyme and reason to wisdom and knowledge, wit and fun before the sun sets.
We invite you to come on our ludic and literate adventure–should be a wild, edifying ride, kids.
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