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This is some dummy copy. You’re not really supposed to read this dummy copy, it is just a place holder for people who need some type to visualize what the actual copy might look like if it were real content. If you want to read, I might suggest a good book, perhaps Hemingway or Melville. That’s why they call it,Read More

Dr. Khalil Habib stands before his class in a suit coat, blue Oxford, red tie and pressed khaki slacks. The sun generously beams through the windows lining a classroom on the second floor of O’Hare Academic Center. The building overlooks a vast, green lawn extending to the historic Newport Cliff Walk and drops down to the clear blue of the Narragansett Bay.

Leila de Bruyne sits at her glass desk at her Thames Street office, surrounded by photos of African children, multiple Mac computers, and two clocks on the wall, one showing the time in Newport and the other showing the time in Nairobi, Kenya. On the right side of the desk rests a half-finished cup of tea and an enormous Poland Spring water bottle.

It’s 11:30 p.m. on a Sunday night and the sidewalk outside of Lupo’s in Providence, R.I. is crowded with fans of Artist vs. Poet listening to acoustic songs performed by a few of its band members. After their performance with We The Kings and The Maine, Artist vs.