Mizell

The newspaper clippings — the fossils of a bygone era — were faded and yellow, the droppings of a more literate era. Most of them had long given way to film, and then to digital files. Only these remained. For some reason, they were in the desk I was cleaning out a couple of years ago after all of these years. Nice pieces. Average pieces. Memorable ones. Ones to get a writer through the day. I lingered on the print,…

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