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    Death is a Masque that Moves: 28 Days of Poetry and Paintings

    By Linda Kay Stevens

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    28 Days of Poetry and Paintings This book is an ode to the transformational experience of getting married after 12-years to my best friend and lover, Andreas. In the 28-days leading up to our wedding, I wrote a poem every day. These poems were a letting go of the old as well as a willingness to be opened. The images were painted at random then paired with the poems in hindsight that seemed fated. This book is both a beginning and an end, it is a net cast and a fork in the road.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Kay Stevens
    Release dateDec 13, 2017
    ISBN9781999937614
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