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September 1, 2014

She does her best to pass unnoticed. From one hanging flowerbed to another the flower-waterer pads, she treads the length of the bridge. At regular intervals, she inserts a fixed, metal hose into one corner of each bed, moves to the next and presumably fills her days with such motions. In the waterer’s eyes, the city must seem a rather different whole than in mine. The city remains the same, but, where I perceive a city enclosing gardens, parks and flowerbeds, it is not unthinkable that she sees this whole for what it is: a garden enfolding the dispersed living and business areas. In her daily walks we find inscribed the vagaries of perception.

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