Thursday | September 15, 2022

September 14, 2022, by Lucy Gellman-"Maybe he offered you a glass of red wine as he floated through the studio, and pulled you into an embrace. Maybe you tended the apple trees together at Edgewood Park, or listened to poetry in the warm half-light of Lyric Hall. Maybe you saw the beret across a crowded room, and knew that for a moment, all was well with the world. His door was always open.

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