Reading Rebecca Solnit…

…a woman who writes poetry as prose, a San Francisco and NYC urbanite who in one of her essays tells of discovering country music, writes of solitary drives across the West, of the aloneness of the road and of wandering....

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What I miss at 71…

…is the ineffable anticipation of the young: the restlessness, the aliveness, the curiosity and sense of things waiting to be done, dreams to be chased, stories to be lived, an unknowable future, weightlessness. And the...

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