Monday, April 14, 2008

A Friend Hears

Jeanineo--how wonderful you have found me--Di and Cello send their love--how precious you and Marina are to us--let my words always find you, no matter the continents between, you who are the artist of the land in all its contours, that first showing of your work when the new-old world lay between us, the woman land of your making reaching from the mountain tops of head to the peninusula of feet, and we all walked around her, bending low over mountains to peer into her red tipped volcanoes. Such a moment in New Jersey.

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