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The Forgotten Woman in the Gold, Oval Frame

The woman stood in a gold, oval frame. The frame hung above the small desk in my grandparents’ bedroom for at least since I was born. This was the desk where my grandmother, Nonny, wrote notes and cards and checks. The desk where she kept things like pens and stationary and correspondence and a few important documents.

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Fin-Domme Diary - A Poem

If some clean-room elevator connected floors are

Getting treated like a meat market anyhow,

Then why shouldn’t this old steam engine bellwether

Deserve to be on retainer and on premises?

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