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found objects, paint 

52" x 88" x 5"

From all that it is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,
And cries,
“Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.”

From Richard Wilbur's, "Love Calls Us to the Things of This World" (1956)

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