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She listens for the sight we’ve seen in
the almost graspable flow around us (a
grieving). 2002 charcoal on paper 17" x 14"
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We talk to the trees submerged in our
night-suits and begin to speak to each
other about the language of love. A past
makes itself known (a transmission). 2001 charcoal on paper 17" x 14"
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