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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Essay by Victor Muñoz
The Journal as Art
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Esther Altshul Helfgott
Esther Altshul Helfgott is a nonfiction writer, poet, and collage artist. She lives in Seattle. www.estherhelfgott.com
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