Duluth
Musings on a place awaiting redemption, and a departed soul awaiting someone to remember
When my mother would wash our hair in the kitchen sink, she used a red rubber tray that hooked
over the edge of the counter and angled down into the sink.
Just like the streets of Duluth.
If you’ve been there you know
that everything is pulled i…
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