Ink and Ambition
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine that Tom had never seen anyone use in Kansas. He was twenty-two and living above a coffeehouse on Mercer Street, earning his keep by washing dishes from six in the morning until nine at night, and spending the rest of his time writing poems on the backs of coffee receipts and any scrap of paper he could find. He...
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