by Joan Mitchell
The moment I really know someone is the moment when I’m no longer afraid. Sometimes it comes sooner and sometimes later. I don’t mean “know” in the sense that I’ve excavated every personal detail, just that I understand their rhythm as a human being. You can think I’m delusional, and I freely admit that I have no proof I’m not—it’s hard …
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