The men who killed him are still at it, just look.

NOVEMBER TWENTY SIX NINETEEN SIXTY THREE - A poem by Wendell Berry

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Seven-minute musings on music, art, books, film, fashion and food, spirituality and recovery, & the occasional song. Never scripted, always real, fly on the fly.

Seven-minute musings on music, art, books, film, fashion and food, spirituality and recovery, &amp; the occasional song.
Never scripted, always real, fly on the fly.

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NOVEMBER TWENTY SIX NINETEEN SIXTY THREE - A poem by Wendell Berry

NOVEMBER TWENTY SIX NINETEEN SIXTY THREE - A poem by Wendell Berry