After Finding Forrester, I put Good Will Hunting on, to keep me company while doing some of these edits.
I miss my poetry teachers. Terribly. I miss the classroom, and hearing life spun in verses, aiming for the heart, and getting right in, and changing lives.
I miss my good teacher, him who gave to me and showed me nothing but kindness, and who told me to work and work hard and work always — The Baptist.
This is for him and his fellow givers. Keepers of the fire.
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