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Back from Poets’ Camp

Back from Poets’ Camp   At poets’ camp, I wrote, I thought and read and took the fullness as the world.  Then I returned. Real life! So double, Magnficent in its archly grinning way;  the things we touch amidst the … Continue reading

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