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At the River a postscript

I feel them again when I reach for change to pay to cross the river –

the crocus bulbs , wrapped in muslin , they passed out in the atrium , and place one in the palm of the woman who reaches from the booth .

Then a pause happens ; the barrier lifts , and I pass on .

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