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Don Nace • Just Passing Through |
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Our hands imbibe like roots, so I place them on what is beautiful in this world. And I fold them in prayer, and they draw from the heavens, light.—St. Francis of Assisi
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In the morning there is a meaning.
In the evening there is feeling.
—Gertrude Stein
Tender Buttons, 1914
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