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feet brushing
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The Italian boy whose mama shouts at him “… and please I beg of you, go and wash your feet right now, They smell so bad that even dogs would run away from them.” He waits another day and goes to bed with sand crusted toes.
2.
The Cheap Eats column in the SFBay Guardian, whereby I found the noodles, dumplings, sandwiches and home fries which sustained me for four years. Through it I discovered that food matters more on the chipped formica tables of Yum Yum Fish, and Einsteins and John’s Ocean Beach Cafe than it does in many fancy restaurants. Those dives where I inhaled the meal exhausted as my three babies swung their feet from rickety booster seats. They are all gone now, like the column and the newspaper too.
3.
Who keeps the intimate crevices of Renaissance sculptures in museums free of grime? Are there zero-hour contract worker cleaners who stumble around with ostrich feather dusters after closing time?
4.
The randomness of Utata Iron Photographer.
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