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The Liberal Art of Grammar (pt. 2)

By the parking lot at Clapham School grows a morning glory. Each morning this fall I was welcomed to school by its indigo colored flowers. Each morning they opened toward the sun as if trumpeting praises to God. Then one day I substituted in Class Five and was asked to read this passage about the morning glory: “The [morning glory] had caught [a plant] in its hundred embraces and […]

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