I prayed for this: a modest swatch of land where I could garden, an ever-flowing spring close by, and a small patch of woods above the house. The gods gave all I asked and more. I pray for nothing more, O Mercury, but that these blessings last my life's full term.
- Horace, Satire II, vi
9/18/06
I sharked into Troy, recalling kings who used to run their fingers through my beards. I was Greek that day
I grew up on a hillside in the Virgin Islands, overlooking farms and the Atlantic Ocean. Now I reside in Boston, but I live in Jaffrey, NH in 250-year-old farm house on a hillside at the foot of Mount Monadnock.
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