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(archival 1)
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37th (wasn’t the only one off to a slow start)
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a still life of a leaf from the house plant on our coffee table early on a sunday lit by the front window, ‘24
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a still life of a small bowl on our kitchen counter near a window with the blinds pulled ‘24
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26th (at an impasse)
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23rd (i wonder how many times i've been here)
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22nd (it’s prettier when the plants start to grow again, or so they say)
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19th (it seems like this town never really wakes up)
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18th (the light gets lonely without any of them leaves)
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Un trovador (for Martin Ryan)
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14th (the games we played poorly as children)
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14th (little boxes for little boxes)
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14th (regularly bathed in light, watered occasionally with bottled water and mainly just ignored)
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a tree, a moonroof and a camera on a rainy day at the end of march ‘24
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12th (sometimes it's best just to close the curtains or draw the blinds for a bit)
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11th (…no good place to go)
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11th (all dressed up with…)
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11th (…no place to go)
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11th (all dressed up with…)
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9th (not all buildings are houses and not all houses feel like home)
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9th (you know other things used to grow here too)
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8th (stairs to no place in particular)
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8th (stairs to no place in particular)
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6th (usually the blows, but it wasn't at the time)
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5th (pretty dresses and fast cars on main street)
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4th (on the outside looking out)
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3rd (a little blue and green ball)
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2nd (a little blue and green ball)
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1st (new trees in a school yard, to replace the pines that got sick, died and were cut down)
