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  • Yesterday we wheeled our bags and boxes out of the museum, breaking camp and leaving after three years.

    In the great travertine hall, the Old Master paintings were coming down for the summer.

    We nearly collided with a Rubens coming through the door.

    I caught a glimpse of it
    as it sailed away through the columns.

    Today is the start of a new chapter,
    and tomorrow our badges expire.

    So many memories,
    Some as blurred as this photograph.

    The work remains,
    the rooms installed,
    clear and solid.

    They were always the point,
    Not us.
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