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Copper Kettle

[by Judith Skillman] If only an ornament gone cold in winter, still we feed it water, carry the weight of our old sorrows from useless gas stove to sink, filling and refilling the hollow well inside—a cavern with no cave fish. If only window dressing for the Victorian era, still we watch it as if a […]

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