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  • Cowbird felt like a vast deep canyon with stories that were chiseled into each nook and cranny. Little patches of seed took root before being swept downstream and finding new life on distant shores. In this canyon I found beautiful poetry, writing, photography, art, music, friendship and a sense of community. I’m grateful to those of you who shared your time with me. Thank you.

    It has occurred to me that I never really posted pictures of myself (partly because I’m camera shy). We could pass each other on the street and we'd never recognize one another. So you'll recognize me, this is me at the Grand Canyon a couple of days ago all bundled up like a babushka. It was a glorious sunset.

    Good luck to each and everyone of you and I hope we meet again.

    Peace and Love,
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