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Fresh Wreckage
A requiem for all the broken umbrellas of New York City.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Tuft of Kelp
All dripping in tangles green,
Cast up by a lonely sea,
If purer for that, O Weed,
Bitterer, too, are ye?
~Herman Melville
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