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~ it is not a matter. what is sense, but a connection where self disappears or becomes the instrument and the head is large with what it discovers - as a line that drifts on, out to the yard long and continuous, past the rocks, parking lots, malls and centres... ~ they let you go - far enough, you don't know there will be a time and location of the natural. no computer beeps in the deep forest - (too many hours, unmarked, to get there ~ - want in a dark hour, a rosy spirit - to appear, and that when we laugh, it is of
laughter itself
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