Out of the Belly of Grading I Cried
The cords of Grading are wrapped around my neck,
The snares of Grading confront me.
I have gone where there is no blogging
Nor memory of blogging.
Until the LORD brings me up alive from Grading,
Restoring me to life from those who go down into the Office,
You may as well stop by Four Stone Hearth 67,
Visit the anthropology news of which Duane makes me aware.