And then it all stopped; there was only the hue of white, dilated and lucid as the celibate snow. Forbearance cried a bereaved memoir, brimmed with babble only coherent to its rogue author. Now it vows silence to dusty footlights and crimson velvet, incarnating chance for another voice to be heard.<\/p>\n
“I guess I used to think about doors that had closed instead of other ones that are standing wide open \u2014 does that come in a bottle, the sun, or with age? I can never be quite sure… I have all kinds of things I dream about doing. They are all the doors I am talking about. So many, all still wide open \u2014 across the world. As I think about her life, how it ended, but also how meaningful it was. And those two, they are moving there, how I hope they are safe, but at the same time I admire their fearlessness in the quest for the truth; in pictures and in writing.<\/p>\n
So it remains, which ones? I like to think that perhaps I will open several of them. However, I’m the type of person to knock first.”<\/em><\/p>\n
– Excerpt by Campbell, S. E.1975 – 2010<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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