The other hand – by Carly Stone
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The other hand – by Carly Stone

The gold parts. Bright blue day in Central Park with T. We stop at the dog statue, take off our gloves, and pat the front paws. The dog is a dull bronze, but the paws have been rubbed gold, as have the nose and ears and tail, and these parts feel warmer, as though the paws have held the heat of every hand that touched them.

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