| Dorothy Bunny Bowen | ||||
|  |  |  | We have nets to mend Rozome on Kimono Silk One evening this past winter I came in exhausted, ready to crash. As I fell asleep a vision began to form in my mind— 
 The next morning I began to sketch these images: sand, nets, waves, the cosmic “beyond.” As I worked I thought more about nets: more 
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