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Women are sweeping today. I sweep too, and collect church dust, plaster dust, and one flower head.

I sit on the edge, ledge, and bind my foot, begin to wind..

‘like swaddling, or death wraps’ someone says in passing, and I note the looping, and pulling…something to explore further..

and someone else flags up Mona Hatoum’s performance ‘Roadworks’, 1985.

No such thing as a simple journey.


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