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Judith Skillman

Bric-a-Brac

Bric-a-Brac

Outside, the barber pole, a swirl of symbolic spirals, and walk upstairs, touching, as you go, the espagnolette.
Poultry Shears

Poultry Shears

Metal handles, large, the scissor for a thigh or a wing, when feathers flew up, sank like wishes, settled on the dirty floors.

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