The Poe Journey comes to an end. We pull into the Amtrak station in Waterloo, Indiana early in the morning...time enough to get home, drop the bags, and get to school.
Whenever I travel I know everything changes...my mind, my emotions, my life. So here I am back home ready to take on the Winter with renewed energy and a new love and appreciation of Poe.
The above article is this week's column. As always, thank you for reading!
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| This was outside of the Poe House in Richmond. |
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| This was again taken at the Richmond Festival. |
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| Poe's grave at night. I took this before I placed a rose on the grave. |
