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    From My Eye To The Sky
    From My Eye To The Sky
    From My Eye To The Sky
    Audiobook41 minutes

    From My Eye To The Sky

    Written by J.V. Sadler

    Narrated by J.V. Sadler

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    From the author of Licking comes a collection of poetry filled with raw verses that expose a piece of J.V. Sadler’s heart.

    From My Eye to the Sky places a magnifying glass on U.S. society and forces it to take a look at itself. Unrestrained and unabashed, this collection is a call not only for hope but organized and passionate action toward a better world.

    Dare to put your eye to the sky.


    “We shall be free

    . . . one day

    We will walk on water

    . . . one day”

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ.V. Sadler
    Release dateJun 19, 2024
    ISBN9798989624256
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    J.V. Sadler

    J.V. Sadler, a Cincinnati native and 2022 graduate of Oberlin College, is a dark fiction writer and poet. Sadler's passion for writing first began in high school, writing for the school's literary magazine and newspaper.

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