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Tag: isolation

A bag of cherries

A bag of cherries

I was sitting at one of those interminable stoplights, when you get off the interstate and have to wait for three light changes of two minutes each just to make a left turn. It was blazing hot and I had a swig of water. Then I saw her. A woman with a ragged short haircut, … read more A bag of cherries

Posted on July 22, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 1982, art, Edward Hopper, homeless, isolation, judgment, painting, Tom8 Comments on A bag of cherries
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