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“As onerous as certain long-winded tasks are, the key seems to always be the same-- just keep going, just keep going, one foot in front of the other, one bag of garbage filled and out and then the next, one box of important things carefully packed and sealed and then another, more, more, just keep going, one foot in front of the other. And then look what you've got: a new home, a new life, a new play, a production, something you've knitted from fragments of dreams and ideas, something you've woven from yarns and memories, something you've written from yarns and images. One foot more.”

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