'Intermezzo"

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Sky and Earth have a saying written on them "This too shall pass". Place of a body must be shuttered to release freedom from instincts. Slow lakes our bodies are not for they cannot be contained nor outlined. Time itself walks in our spines. Memento Mori without a sound, sacred, meaning. Body is https and body is Silent. Body lives and body is Wood. Stretched between sins and directions, consciousness is placed in everything we take bookmarks from.

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Clay, make this location louder. The inner you is when the space disappears. The inner you is the dissolvement. Contiguity with eternal, the Truth. Walk from the developing you to the blossoming you. Open up the Spirit, not mind. Sing about folk lamp, widen up the photography. Open up its minute.

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Paper in palms. Somewhere between students and monks, children’s playground stands. Author writes. To become a perfect reader… walk out of cartridge masses and reach the blackboard. Monumental rainbow will pierce our hearts. New humility stones will appear in the tea box. To cross-stich the voice of every child, to become light in this train. Grow into labor and landscape will write itself.

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6 illustrations

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Dimensions variable

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2016