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Two poems by Stephen Crane

I walked in a desert. And I cried, โ€œAh, God, take me from this place!โ€ A voice said, โ€œIt is no desert.โ€ I cried, โ€œWell, But โ€” The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon.โ€ A voice said, โ€œIt is no desert.โ€ ________________ I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round...

The Healing Arts Series (Another Preview)

To regain my footing following a โ€œrebootโ€ (major brain surgery), I depend now greatly on vegetable juices. This growing series of stills proves to me, again and again, how essential it is to practice the most basic open-eye strategy โ€“> what lies plainly in front of...
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