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Voice
I have lost my voice. I remember finding it once, a long time ago, in North Carolina. I wish I could remember how to find it again.
I am mesmerized by a story I just read: "The Real Thing" by Henry James. I've read it twice. It is so quietly sad. And, there is something there about 'the real thing' that speaks to me. I haven't quiet gotten there yet, but I'm reading it again today.
I am mesmerized by a story I just read: "The Real Thing" by Henry James. I've read it twice. It is so quietly sad. And, there is something there about 'the real thing' that speaks to me. I haven't quiet gotten there yet, but I'm reading it again today.