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"It came up over the lip of the brink and laid itself down on the stone margin, and its tail it left hanging out over the void, twitching slowly in the dark.
I have to begin with the face, because the face was the worst of it."
CANTO XVIII
About the Author, Artist, Publisher
Dennis Mackulin resides in Homer, Alaska, with his wife. A student of Reformed Theology, The Puritans, Presuppositional Apologetics, Art History and Literature. Has worked as a professional photographer and Graphic Designer in both Cleveland, Ohio, and Homer, Alaska.
Is a retired Correctional Officer.
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