Abstract

Holding it Together At the cusp between opening and closure, agents of warmth and dignity, loosened by rough use or nervous fingering, lost or found at the bottom of crowded drawers, shoved into jam jars or pushed to the back of a shelf. Memories are held in your traces, myriad, mismatched, piecemeal. A tiny pale circlet from the cuff that was never mended. Six etched cedar

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