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Elizabeth F. Holmes, her living room Waldoboro Maine, I visited with Robert Creely who has house outside of town-- June 24, 1985.

Allen Ginsberg

Credit: Gift of Gary Davis
1985
Gelatin silver print
2013.145.11
Image © National Gallery of Art, 2020

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