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Miss Audre

I’m a writer—not a very good one, I suppose—but it’s what I do. My senior English Lit. teacher—Miss Audre Chapman—stirred me to write, and though I did nothing with the stirring for most of my life, it never left me. For better or worse, I give her credit, and thanks, for what I do. She’s gone now, but she lives on in the minds of the young students (at least this one) she inspired. Read the rest of this entry »

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