“And now I understand something so frightening, and wonderful — how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.”

— Mary Oliver

"Robert Schumann"
Dream Work (1986)
Source: Blue Pastures

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American writer 1935–2019

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