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Walking Down Scott Avenue at Ten P.M. Charlotte Pence
The way the two women, neighbors leaned over their side-porch railings toward one another— tilting almost too far forward like water that bulges near a glass’s lip becomes the lip just before the fall— chatting on the night the predicted snowstorm neither came nor went, air the taste of white stone and feeling as solitary…. But the way they leaned reminded me the world also does this: stretches voices and knick-knack details of our days across the plain strips of grass that divide homes, across the cold blamed for shutting us inside. |
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