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A print that someone had jabbed holes where the eyes had been, The Secret Garden where the snow-drops bloomed, a pair of tweezers thrust into a hand
By Our ReadersOctober 1978An acceptance, a sacred and beautiful covenant, a vehicle for going to God
By Our ReadersAugust 1978Counting houses, losing a dime, joining a commune
By Our ReadersMarch 1978A horse falling from the night sky, a tree spirit, a little girl in a blue dress
By Our ReadersFebruary 1978Visiting the canteen, barking up the wrong tree, creating spaces of silence
By Our ReadersJune 1975Figuring out what you really want, barely making ends meet, looking busy
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