We extend our deepest commiserations to Mary Campbell-Droze. Her years-long dedication to her cause, expressed in words humble, strident, and flaring high into the sublime sky of poetry (and what could be higher than a Beagle Haiku) has been temporarily crushed by events when saints came marching in. Alas, even scorched earth eventually recovers, turns green, and may support young colts under a new-formed sun.
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