Upon Reading That Among the Twenty-five Thousand Pages of Love Letters That Passed Between Alfred Stieglitz and Georgia O’Keeffe Over a Period of Thirty Years, He Had Once Confessed to Her How Much He Had Wanted to Photograph Her Throat

Issue #126
Spring 2015
He meant the neck, of course, that little chapel between what we feel and what we say, that nave, that sacristy, where we are most vulnerable, always sticking our necks out, like deer at the edge of a clearing, like...

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