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Wide Brush
Vanity of vanities, says the
Preacher; all is vanity.
Eccl. 12:8
Late afternoon, in the slant winter light,
Where men are painting the white buildings
white,
The shadows of their ladders climb the walls
To meet the covering darkness as it falls.
Alfred Nicol
© 2001 Alfred Nicol; originally printed in Rattapallax.
Reprinted by permission of the author.
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