I came to the gallery of glass,
pressed my face against the pane
to glimpse art and word, a strain
of song. A man of easy gravitas
said I curate what genius knows:
that an open mind is hard to
close.
pressed my face against the pane
to glimpse art and word, a strain
of song. A man of easy gravitas
said I curate what genius knows:

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