Turning

October 11, 2012October 11, 2012Uncategorizedfoliage, photography, poetry, The Paris ReviewLeave a Comment

As though an echo of an echo of James Fenton’s ear. Even when I’m not reading, I’m carrying around with me — something to collect beauty in, so it can echo later.

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