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Hortensia Anderson

North Shore

Our summer house was built in the 1920s and had a shower outside. During the day, the sun warmed the pipes. On hot nights, my sister and I took turns reaching up to tug the chain as the spray turned cool, then
cold. I can recall her so clearly—shivering, almost blue in the shadows.

washing our hair—
streams of moonlight
down her back

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