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Changing Shifts

Early morning, the tired and bedraggled drag

Past the incoming line to take their places on

The factory floor. My Aunt Joy, a night shifter


passed her sister, a day timer, for a few frenzied

seconds each morning. Much thought went

into what not to say and when dining together


on weekends they continued to speak in short-

hand, with long, often awkward lapses, while

each edited and re-edited what they wanted to say.

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