Dear Mary,
I
read your poems whenever I feel the need to locate myself for a moment
in the world around me. I thank you for the way that they restore my
senses of touch and smell and sight/insight. The harshness of the world,
its gentle beauty and its glorious intelligence are all there for me.
Thank you. Be well.
Betsy Wing
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