Today, I have to honor to be sharing over at Duane's space. I get to the house early to set up the lights and check the background noise. She’s running a little behind, as usual, because her world is populated by vagabond souls that slip up from the shadows like July sun on wildflowers. We’ve been doing this thing, these interviews, for three days now. Six hours of footage, under those set up lights, above the whir of that air conditioning unit that sputters the hour like clockwork.