| Nata Jack Foley |
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In memory of Nata Piaskowski 1912-2004 not brooding but some activity of mind behind your smile: your small size (always looking up!) your large eyes not inquisitive but demanding your old world elegance your awkwardness "So how are you?" you asked greeting a friend at the door in your pleasant, deliberate English He answered grandly, gesturing with his hands, |
"flourishing" you didn't understand hesitated and asked again he answered, with the same gesture, "flourishing" still not understanding, you ushered him in I saw that hesitation often you wished the world to go smoothly to proceed with the grace you imagined to be part of your vie bohème and yet things happened things you couldn't control or account for: flourishing  |
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