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Love and Memory on New Mexico in Focus

Two men sitting at a table talking to each other.

…from the beginning of time,in childhood, I thoughtthat pain meantI was not loved.It meant I loved. -Louise Glück, “First Memory” Perhaps I’ve been straining to mention Louise Glück, whose poems have so shaped the way I think about the world, so driven the writing side of my journalism career — and who died two weeks…

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