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Jul 2010
Home to rinse my knuckles, wipe at the oil spots on the counter, warm up canned beans and hot sauce.  Powdered milk in my coffee

navy through the window.  Everywhere scraps of life restricted – slime mold on the litter under the porch, the earwig who still can’t find her way out of the sink.
Written by
Ruby Harrison
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