It's a woman's work to take these scraps and turn them into Eden.

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Trembling under the sonic weight of
bikes and cars and planes–
every decibel assaults the senses.

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O, it’s our wedding night.

Your breath rumbles softly and I hear the sea.

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The wax moon is diminished, drowned
in a thousand models, swallowed over

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