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A Dream of My Life; The Household of the Word

  A Dream of My Life   I dreamed I lived in a house where shapers of masterworks, craftsmen with radiance in their fingertips unrolled panoramas across my workroom table, transfigured my walls into earthly paradise, then sat with me in that halo drinking demitasses and thimbles of fire, bargaining high-spiritedly, toasting art and friendship. […]

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