Ann Kirby
Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.
~ Henry Miller
For many years following his death in Baltimore in 1849, Edgar Allan Poe’s grave was unmarked and overgrown with weeds. When his aunt and former mother-in-law in Richmond, Virginia learned this, she dispatched a cousin to place a marker there. This first marker was de...
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