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The thing is Suddenly it's a comic strip by Hergé there's a boat below cliffs proper to intrigue splendour looms like a mother ship . . . The feel of nothing there's nothing like it, knowing what it's like to be human. Then the sun comes out on branches, leaves patterns of light and movement on trunk and rock textures a mulitidimensional velocity of change, sky the tone of a García Lorca poem dark behind the sunlight, as it were the sun a spotlight o Constant interruption to constant return, moment by moment across damp sand on hands and knees toward the sea or head back on a dune, face full of the last rays vivid stories of the present the once upon a time. The thing is how do we know it's fiction if we were the ones who made it up?
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