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Barbara Presnell
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The World's Lyric
A mule deer drinks at the creek bed this morning. Wherever you are in this wild place, your life, from The Journey Home, 2002
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Everybody and every thing has a story to tell, and it's my work to help those stories get told. I want to pay attention to the small things — the beans, the robins, the mill people, the Mexican children, the plumber, the hairdresser — and give them voice.
To do that, I must listen to what's around me in this small, ordinary life I live, and tell the stories I hear with respect, honesty, and love.
