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I sat on the couch less to read than to be enveloped in that atmosphere. I was too old, by then, to sit with him in his chair, feel the warmth of his breath on my head, smell the faint odor of his sweat, but being just a few feet away was almost as comforting.
By David GuyMay 1977And when our eyes met, you said silently to me, don’t remind me, not as a reprimand but because these moments, this coming together, was a last blooming lily which I should not point at but rather unfurl my own petals in harmony with yours.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellMay 1977The photographs from this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Enrique VegaApril 1977The photographs in this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Priscilla RichMarch 1977I have noticed that there are those who give spontaneously, unself-consciously. There are also those who have the same ability, but become distracted and brought down by the shadow of their own personalities, and a wavering results. In that instant of wavering, the gift melts. A state of listening grace evolves from instinctive setting aside of self.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellDecember 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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