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Judi Lynne Judy, M.A.'s avatar

Very cool…”He walks down to the second floor,

drawn by the perfumed grind of coffee beans

where collared shirts and pencil skirts swing

to telephone rings and the swish of copier machines,

weaving the gabardine of institutional responsibilities.” I love how this section is like a song in its clicks and rhymes. I also like the background feeling in this piece of loneliness and emptiness, inside the work machine. Thanks for your writing Apra! Judi

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