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| "Sink", oil, by Nancy Spielman |
He heard the humidifier misting
in its sunny way, and then the
faucet
in the kitchen flowing freely,
and then some papers she was
folding,
and then a voice message on her phone,
and then the furnace,
far off in the cellar,
saying all was warm and safe
and happiness is here.
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