The Interior Life

by Judy Katz

What if the mind doesn’t like to be followed  all the time.  Every morning, the pen noting  it went here, it went there.  Maybe it’s tired  of the hand, that paparazzo in the bushes,   always waiting for it to form an interesting   thought.  And consider:  on an evening stroll,   when it seems to forget the […]
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