novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- raised daily i walk past the mayor's building every weekday to get to work. i just noticed this yesterday evening as the wind freed hair from my ponytail, pushing bits into my face, causing me to squint and turn my head in a new direction: dirt has gathered inside the concave bellies of the marble cartouches detailing the mayor's building. the wind has pushed these gatherings towards the ovals' centers, creating what resembles mountain ranges on relief maps. (we studied relief maps in elementary school. i was fascinated by their tactility; i could not stop running my fingertips across canyons, over hills, valleys, peaks.) 9:37 am - 07.02.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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