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The summer ended. Fall is upon us and in the interim--  I'll write here. Clothes are put away and serendipity plants new ideas for sow, hen and fawn. Duende is math in the wind, and as such, blows leaves, notes and manuscripts into the gust. Shorts become whale bone and the palette of time saunters...
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This piece on Salon and Agency is not an magnus opus...however, it does reflect a sensibility that should be adhered to. We commune on so many levels and for various reasons and causes that it has resonated with me for quite some time. Further deployment of this concept and it's relevance will...