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Wednesday |
| I walked over Aurora Bridge today. It is a high place where people go when they want to jump, end it all. There's a sidewalk with a 10-inch curb. When I'm on my bike, I some- times stop to pick up the bigger bits of plastic, a habit I learned up from Molly Rouzie (who also writes rhym- ing poetry). But since I was walking, I decided to stoop for even itty-bitty pieces, tempting as candy in the mor- ning sun, Mt. Rainier small, far off. They were like the teeth of an extinct species. I placed one by one in my up- turned palm and carried them all the way to Queen Anne, the weight of the world in my hand. It wasn't too much to bear. Just the crummy bits of wasteful existence. I noticed they were densest near the on-ramp.
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