I know what you mean about the whiteness of paper, the inevitability of the sharpened pencil and the exactitude of the forgotten line that curves to the contours of the robin’s egg discovered beneath a hammock resting on the freshly cut grass, speckled for all it’s worth.   You talk about the weight we all…

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