by ee cummings all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again: but winter’s not forever, even snow melts; and if spring should spoil the game, what then? all history’s a winter sport or three: but were it five, i’d still insist that all history is too small for even me; for me [...]
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The Art Sled Rally continues to feed a place inside me that longs for transcendent visual spectacle and collective human experience of joy. I am fortunate to be in this city and at this time with these people. It also gives me great hope that such events are happening all over the world, as it [...]
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