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Joyful Repetition: a class exercise

Thanksgiving I am cooking I am a kitchen, steamy and hot I am cranberry relish simmering on the stove the night before I am turkey in the oven, basted every thirty minutes I am sweet potatoes smashed with salt, pepper, and a little butter I am my children bickering in the living room I am laughter

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Matt

Matt in black and white

Monday four not quite white walls less than black coffee feed the cat radio news every half hour after 6:30 Tuesday four not quite white walls less than black coffee feed the cat radio news every half hour after 6:30 Wednesday four not quite white walls less than black coffee feed the Cat take the trash out to the street Radio

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