Even the Sun is a Star
She burns, not knowing
the light she is.
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Kudos
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Kudos
She burns, not knowing
the light she is.
Each of Anne Fadiman’s writing classes began with a quote and reflection. Am I a vomit-drafter or a diamond-polisher? In other words, a writer who lets loose and cleans up later, or one who measures twice and cuts once, unharried? What... Continue →