Archival print on Hahnemühle paper

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I breathe anew, or do I breathe from a remembered thought? I must hold on to this spring as if it were an Imago Dei; I must grow, diffuse green, share happiness, and bloom magically throughout Heaven. I must think, as Corbin recounts D. T. Suzuki thought, brandishing a spoon: “This spoon now exists in Heaven; I am now in Paradise.” (Except from Notebooks, Paradise Spring, 2023 — A. F.)