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October 29th
as a child, I loved helping
my mother with the laundry.
I would bury my face in
the pile of hot clothes
fresh out of the dryer
today I am in
my frigid and sterile office,
copying papers for the millionth time.
I hug the papers as they come
hot out of the machine,
pulling the warmth close to my body
as I contemplate the meaning of life