
My town’s garbage-woman
My town dozes. She, broom in hand, begins her day. I don’t know her name, I don’t ask her either. As I pass by her I say good morning and …
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My town dozes. She, broom in hand, begins her day. I don’t know her name, I don’t ask her either. As I pass by her I say good morning and …
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