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Why Write About Art?

Murmurs persuading me to write crescendoed—like a concert of trumpets—in my heart, mind, and soul.  I wrote that sentence months ago. It held so much

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Why Write About Art?

Murmurs persuading me to write crescendoed—like a concert of trumpets—in my heart, mind, and soul.  I wrote that sentence months ago. It held so much

Read More »
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