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The Lighthouse

My great aunt with cloudy cataract eyes came to our house and changed rectangles of paper into something else. Snip. Snip. Snip with scissors from our sewing box. She unfolded

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Rachel Carson and Her Successors

One day at lunch-time in San Francisco’s financial district, my co-worker pulled a book from one of the stalls along the Embarcadero and handed it to me. He said, “You

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