mrs ciano , found

in the store room with the robes,

boxed, marked robes. some people

don’t like labels, although it is the source,

a holding.

installed, the lady called her wierd, name calling.

the paper, the pins.

i call her mrs ciano, pleased to see her

again.

we talk, and she is company.

sbm.

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