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...everyone has some. But now, looking out there,
she felt easy, at home in the world -- maybe like
a casual snowflake. And some people loved her.
She would remember that. And remember this place.
As you will, wherever you go after this day,
just a stop by the road, and a glimpse of someone's life,
and your own, too, how you can look out any time,
just being a part of things, getting used to being a person,
taking it easy, you know.
-- William Stafford, "Emily, This Place, and You," in The Way It Is
Snapshots of the audience at a Charanga Carolina concert one year ago:
