We lament the silencing, in this world at least, of that infinitely playful and protean voice named Ursula Le Guin. From her A Few Words to a Young Writer:
From her 2014 acceptance speech at the National Book Foundation:
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January 26, 2018
Words In Freedom
By DP
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