Our legacies vanish not as footsteps in tidal sands or buried by volcanic dust or lava flows or lost in swirls of words loosed into the air but live revealed long after us in stories of how we organize the randomness.
RIVKAH BY RONALD TOBEY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 104
WEDGWOOD RENAISSANCE GOLD
At a suburban Philadelphia Presbyterian church
behind its c…