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  • The city turns, the city is always turning.

    The kitchen supply place is vast and empty down in the lower downtown reaches, where once there were no artists out in joints which had the deep hope that the word 'Sustainably' put up in a permanent sign would stay permanent and in would come the paying custom.

    The eateries with booths, old and linoleum based, the eateries more lowdown posh with the booths just this hair side of being in quotation marks, the simple pleasures of seeing things thrive, with the ghost of gentrification nation just hovering around the tin shreds off the minion avenues....

    And always, the bailiff. Ever and always, the bailiff, the organic bailiff, the sustainable paperwork, the locally sourced locks, the omnivore landlords, and always the herbal gnawing wild dogs of commerce at the skin edges of doors from the word era of who knows.

    (Photo by Susan, Toronto, November 25, 2014)
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