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WALKING HERE my feet said my shoes are wearing down passed someone's bandage lying on the sidewalk in the cracks edging each block of cement pillows of moss grow excitedly brown paper over the windows of the closed stores lily shoots starting up in the city's flowerbeds half winter half spring the weather confuses me but I am glad to have in my hand A History of Writing that waited in the used bookstore till I came back with money in my pocket
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