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This has been the most contentious cover of them all, and I like to think that that's not why I love it so much. The very people who call it beautiful and a great aesthetic are the same people who say it's too cramped to be a book jacket. I don't think anybody denies that it's good design; the question is whether it's a good cover. I still have to learn that the two can sometimes be mutually exclusive. Hope all is going well for you; I'll call you this weekend when I'm finally done with workshop.
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