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In Search of Better Thoughts

When I told my friend Dorothy I was trying to overcome my muteness, she wrote to me about white lilacs. In their brief season, she said, they are “white like brides, with less than a month of blooming, not questioning … Continue reading

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My Afternoon with Dorothy

Dorothy says that my problem is that I am not yet a crone. I am no longer young, this is true, but I have quite a way to go before I attain true crone status.Crone is an ugly word and I … Continue reading

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