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Things We Find | Virginia Bell The frontispiece of an old radiator wedged between bricks and globs of mortar, all this only a piece of an old low wall patched with wooden legs torn from chairs, cracked trivet tiles, the round bottoms of bottle glass, and all of this ending abruptly at the edge of a fairy tale door that must lead to the sweet soft green of an artichoke’s heart, all of this on the hard block between factory and water, one line on an east/west, north/south grid, a waffle iron of a city, my feet sticky, your hand warm, sound traveling between us like filament, all of this— a past, a present —all of this ours. read about the author Contributors.htmlshapeimage_4_link_0
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