Author Archives: Joe Randolph (J.R.) Ackerley

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God alter me, and turn my heart to stone, That I may be as cold as mountain snow. And cleave my way untempted and alone. And have no fire, nor any seeds to sow. Nor feel the blood within me … Continue reading

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