Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

leaned over the counter, her glasses hanging from a silver chain around her neck. “It is the green lady from the coffee bags.”

“It is the nineteen ninety-two layout,” I said. “Look at the alignment of the features.”

Clara squinted, her finger hovering over the siren’s face. “The eyes are mismatched, one slightly lower than the other, just like mine.”

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