TS Eliot and a tragic childhood in ‘Home is Where One Starts’

You stand on the edge of a strip of asphalt, in the middle of a breezy, weedy, Southern forest. It’s nearly sunset and the day’s final rays sprawl over hay rolls and a small pond across the road. Behind you, a long trailer home sits in a clearing, pi…

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