an elderly Hispanic woman struggld to get on the bus. she lowerd her bulk onto a seat with a sort of moan. when she arrangd her jacket I saw a flower stitchd on its side with these words sewn around its blossom:
a rose is a rose is a rose
& then I was channelchasing & came across a program abt children & poetry. & there again was the Stein line.
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