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Emergence: painted silk |
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For real change looks to us like death. The uncreated future is as unimaginable as the life of a butterfly would seem to the earthbound caterpillar. We feel only the pain of dissolution, the terror of blindness. Like migrating monarchs hesitating at the edge of a great lake, we usually flutter away from the abyss back to known shores. Even when that shore no longer holds nourishment for us. |
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Milkweed Patch: An Installation by Debbie O'Rourke |
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