Transitions

8 02 2008

I’ve always loved the edges of things, the cusp, the in-between-ness of borders and transitions. Perhaps it has to do with being born on March 21, spring announced but not felt in the north, Aries with a dash of Pisces. Perhaps it has to do with growing up female in a boys’ school or spending summers on the brink of the Atlantic, next stop Europe. Perhaps it has to do with reading too much nineteenth-century literature as a teen, or living in England in 1968 or France in 1974 or Ireland in 1998. These spaces hint at hope and possibility.

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