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Landa Townsend
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![]() The Seduction of NatureCoyote bush, wire, lights, charcoal drawings made with sage brush Djerassi Artist Residency Woodside, CA | ![]() The Seduction of NatureCoyote bush, wire, lights, charcoal drawings made with sage brush Djerassi Artist Residency Woodside, CA |
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![]() The Seduction of NatureCoyote bush, wire, lights, charcoal drawings made with sage brush Djerassi Artist Residency Woodside, CA | ![]() The Seduction of NatureCoyote bush, wire, lights, charcoal drawings made with sage brush Djerassi Artist Residency Woodside, CA |
![]() The Seduction of NatureCoyote bush, wire, lights, charcoal drawings made with sage brush Djerassi Artist Residency Woodside, CA |
“Hope” is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all-
And sweetest-in the Gale-is heard-
And sore must be the storm-
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard it in the chilliest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb- of Me.
Emily Dickinson, 1861
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