Sentry On Downer Shoppers pass the grocery. Each one lives in her own shoes. My grandmother used to wander this street in her red coat, unsure of where she was, fearful someone might notice. She never admitted to vulnerability, breathing it in and compressing it. When she sleeps the wind insists on rounding off her features.
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