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EVERY DAY THE WORLD
STARTS AGAIN A shopkeeper hoists baskets with a pole, waiter polishes silver teapots wearing gloves, thin smoker in high heels swings hips by like signposts. Even the morning knows the sun has arisen, work begins anew as yeasts rise, steam kisses grates and lovers recover their skin like saints following prayer. Food will again enter bodies, minds turn over newsprint, breaths will gather air the way God made gases swirl before astronomy ached in the aerosphere.
--David Radavich
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