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Show Flight Different points of view scattered all over the globe are called to a meeting. Like distant relatives who haven't seen each other in ages, some now have families of their own. They arrive mid-sentence, wearing various outfits depending on whether they had been playing tennis, etc. I herd them around a circle, talk with purpose like a scout leader to cubs. There's been a major change in outlook. What was private, secret, and silent. A red ink drawing of a horse pulls a chariot uphill. The product is the pulley. Only in the virginal sky between the lattice of lines does one not get tramelled. How to turn one's self harmless. 13> |