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  • Dear Kate,

    Days with silence at their center for no reason I can think of except informal exhaustion or respect for the bigger picture. A photo from home, in the kitchen doorway by Abby Beech, a fantastic person we've come to know in Connecticut somehow. Child, a fire, a star, still here, free-falling. A contemplative iced tea education on the East Coast, not that I ever had a way to plan it, as you know. I didn't. The sense that much of what's happened and also the sense of this little girl - Juliette Claire - that she is the result of months of meditation, a series of vows, or simply Leonard Cohen lyrics recited while driving across the country, a bit of pretty rain. ox
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