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A new cord beside the plug. A new switch under my thumb. Two new blades came wrapped in the repairer's newsprint. The old screws came home in a paper sleeve. I set them above the sink, beside a chipped glass. At the window, the fan catches then settles into its low note. A brief hitch—then air moves through the room. The curtain lifts from the sill, settles against the paint. Dust shifts behind the grille. The fan keeps turning. What have I kept? The old screws, folded in paper. At the window, the curtain lifts. I turn towards the sound I know.
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