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We lived in many houses and left remnants of memory

in every one of them: a newspaper, a book face-down, a crumpled map

of some faraway land, a forgotten toothbrush standing sentinel in a cup -

that too is a memorial candle, an eternal light.

from Houses (Plural); Love (Singular)

Chana Bloch & Chana Kronfeld, translation from
the Hebrew written by Yehuda Amichai

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