Life still
cereal bowl, but no cereal in it;
stone slightly larger than a broad fist;
cheap vase with pink and yellowish flowers in it;
pepper grinder;
drinking glass containing cutlery, blades and tines pointing up;
a traffic queue of teapots along a window sill spanning an entire conservatory;
rain streams scattered across window panes;
trees, wind-bent, their juddering shadows in hearing, here, inhering***
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