The morning comes

Even in the gentrified French Quarter – so different from my first years here – I still think of this stanza from T.S. Eliot when I am in the Quarter in the morning:

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About D.W.

Works as an independent researcher, trainer and analyst for public markets and on larger community food systems. Also works in her home of New Orleans LA on sustainable civil society issues through blogging, community organizing and networking.

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