There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. We went our ways.
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