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“Some years ago, not long after I moved to Los Angeles from New York, I attended a television industry party. When a man asked my profession, I told him that I was a writer. He sipped his drink. "Half-hour or hour?" he inquired. There was a long silence. "Lifelong," I replied.”

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Carol Muske-Dukes
Carol Muske-Dukes

Carol Muske-Dukes is a renowned American poet, born on December 17, 1945. Her poetry is known for its unique style and profound emotional depth, which has won her a wide audience. more

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