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The Photograph
Frozen, we do not knowwhat came before or after—in this photo we had no sheets—you can see— at the edge of the bed—the white cat—the coffeewaiting to spill—in another we look happy, the wind gives us a look like we’re aboutto fly when reallywe sank—but in photographsyou can’t tell—press pause—go back, go back, go back,they…