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04/28/2026 14:58h
Poised on a bridge, streetlights on either shore, a man puts a saxophone to his lips, coins in an upturned cap, and a carousel in a piazza begins to turn: where are the gates to paradise? A woman leans over an outstretched paper cup — leather workers sew under lamps: a belt, wallet, purse — leather dyed maroon, beige, black — workers from Seoul, Lagos, Singapore — a fresco on a church wall depicts the death of a saint: a friar raises both hands in the air — on an airplane, a clot forms in a woman’s leg and starts to travel toward her heart — a string of notes riffles the water; and, as the clot lodges, at a market near lapping waves, men unload sardines in a burst of argentine light.