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Everything the camera can see, it doesn’t showabout this ordinary street that wasn’t quieta couple hours ago.In foreground, one door hangs from a last hinge,another sprawls on the front porch floor,echoing that hearts were singedeither by love’s impromptu riotor shattered in methodical warover that smashed-to-bits radio. On the lawn’s barren husk,up against commerce’s concrete wall,withContinue reading “A Photograph of St. Aubin Street, July Twelfth, Nine-thirty P.M.”