I dream for an absentee and oft maligned device–the accident-maker, the soul-taker, my camera; its factory guaranteedthird eye, without which I am duly dimand memory denied. No picturesfor my contrived Arbus to declare, excepting some stitch of Sextonmanages these sentences of despair.

Kristen Henderson
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  1. He utilizesform for a striking lecture;young poets shiverinexperience, but thaw over their own work, fertilize magic.
  2. Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day? Who is the Yogi, Namaste?
  3. Once, I took the penny whistle you gave me and discovered a spotby the roaring falls where I could play as loud as I wanted. I lay in the bifurcated trunkof a low-slung birch tree. The sun peeked through applauding leaves, high overhead.
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