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My somewhat pompous Uncle Bill once explained to me that “Art” was more than drawing. I was around seven, an age when I listened to…
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My somewhat pompous Uncle Bill once explained to me that “Art” was more than drawing. I was around seven, an age when I listened to…
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I’ve begun the task, necessary, of packing my own suitcase for when you are the one leaving. Really just an old treasure trunk I’m placing…
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Agatha awoke. She was hungry. She made breakfast. One piece of toast and jam, no butter. Cold milk. Agatha was still hungry. Agatha knew that…
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"And it doesn't seem to hurt all that much", Annie thought, as she struggled to get her aching knees out of her comfortable bed. "Oh,…
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Agatha and Andres fell into a sort of rhythm. Their days were distinctly not intellectual—no books, no museums, no art. Agatha and Andres were grounded…
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In a dark time the eye begins to see. In such a way Elinor “saw” Anna. Anna had been sitting across from her, or in…
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I might have saved you Agatha knew what the letters meant: her family had been deported. Hitler said they were no longer German citizens, and…
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