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New Work: Waiting.

“Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow […]

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New Work: The heart is slow to learn

“Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.”― Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems

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