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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg
Feb 14, 20244 min read
Living in a City of Writers at a Humongous Convention Center: Everyday Magic, Day 1093
The elevator door opened on the 16th floor of the Marriott, where I was staying, and there they were: a scraggly bunch, some in oversized...