A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people. — Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people. — Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people. — Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people. — Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people. — Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
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A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people.

— Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
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