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    The Moody Historian
    The Moody Historian
    The Moody Historian
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    The Moody Historian

    By Brett Clay Miller

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    Prose poems and vignettes. "(We) must remember that retrospect is a moody historian, who wears glasses only for reading and driving."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrett Clay Miller
    Release dateSep 12, 2011
    ISBN9781466190702
    The Moody Historian
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    Brett Clay Miller

    Born in Kansas City, Brett Clay Miller is currently enjoying Colorado's magnificent Front Range and trying not to take himself too seriously. He is a locksmith by trade, the father of three and a lover of words and motorcycles.

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