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into star lake, letters falling into words

I have absolutely nothing to say about Margaret Withers.  Today, staring out my studio window at the Manhattan skyline lit by that warm east coast spring light, watching the school trucks leave their sheltered bus barn, and listening to the beeping of all the … Continue reading

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