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JANE CAMENS

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Poetry, flowers, Big Buddha, and ice cream

By Alfred A. Yuson | March 26, 2006 - 12:00am

I suddenly felt like a waiter who had just asked someone very important how he would like his prime rib. Seamus Heaney, Nobel Prize poet, had just told me over a dining table: "Well done, well done."...

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