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Flynn Holding Flowers by Igor Moritz, 2018

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“Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air - An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air with its black beak? Did you hear it, fluting and whistling A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall Knifing down the black ledges? And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds - A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river? And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life?”

— The Swan by Mary Oliver

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Alexandra Levasseur (Québecois-Canadian, b. 1982, Shawinigan, Mauricie, QC, Canada) - 1: La Passoire, 2012, Acrylics, Colored Pencils on Paper 2: Playing With Fire II, 2013 Acrylics, Colored Pencils on Paper

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“A little madness in the spring is wholesome,”

— Emily Dickinson, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson; “A Little Madness,”

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“There were words and there was my body, and I could see through my own skin. I wrote my guts out. Until it was a book. Until my very skin made screamsong.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011