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The year has turned on several of its invisible hinges, 5 o’clock sunsets aside: a heater hauled down from a high shelf; teeth cleaned, with a return appointment set for six months out; an air ticket purchased to an alternate past. Next comes last year’s rains, returning for us high as passions.

A sidewalk curving around greenery and a silhouetted lamppost in the near distance and landscaping boulders next to a curb beside a roadway, all under pale blue skies flecked with faint pale scattered clouds.




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