Sigute Miller weaves a rich, colorful quilt comprised of sometimes disparate, difficult elements she magically brings together through the “tragic magic” of her life. Whether it’s initially learning to roll her “R’s” in order to never forget her Lithuanian roots, or later hugging an oak tree in Lithuania, or rendering the lyrical poetry of her tragically deceased brother, or embracing the assurance of an all-knowing mahatma in India, she is constantly growing, learning, changing, repairing, and ...
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