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here was a certain shabby authenticity to her work she found it in the days she found it in the nights she overcame the impulse to wait for lightning. Instead, she found her poetry amid the shabbiness of day to day which was what she needed to know to keep going. Which is how some come to distrust lightning. She didn’t. When it struck she paid the price, lived to tell about it. People mistake those poems for her best work. But really her work is in the intense and quiet courage, the round of day to day the odds and ends that are made to add to the life long vision she had of who and where we are.
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