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I don’t want people to know how long I wore a certain bracelet for. Estimated year to year, tacked black type on white rectangles. Are our bodies mobile museums? Are our bookshelves the garbage bins out back? The last exhibit here was the ancestry during the ice age of the winter in New England. The potted plants survived until February. That is all I remember. 

Anthropology Magazine
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