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March 2009, vol 5 no 1
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Michael McClintock An Account to a Friend, about My Life in the West With no settled plans, no aim to my journey, I came to a shrine unknown to me, writing down the verses old spirits sang. Here I've stayed, warm in winter, cool in summer, making a home. By now I know all the songs, and who the singers are. if you visit me, don't pluck the morning glories found along the way |