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Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Remember
Room
Candlelight
Anything
Rooms
Trickle
Always
Face
Carve
Faces
Wash
Water
Falls
Fall
Paint
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Flow
Burnish
Light
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I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
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His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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