Lucinda J Kinsinger

Lucinda J

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I sit here at my desk. It is autumn. Soon I will leave my desk and go up to the bare-armed, thinly-leafed woods, to my little van hut, to write. I look at the leaves outside, quivering from the poplars, listen to the wind blowing them, and try to quiet my mind. I wonder sometimes

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