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Sep 2014
most of it was found,
yet i waxed, tied the books,
shredded cloth to rags,
bled a little.

arranged it all my way,
dismantled ,packed,
sent to the curator.

who installed it his way,
added the metal trolley,
i have coveted so long.
it all feels rather biblical.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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