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A mind adrift in the transparent gift where space shuttles kneel down and kiss pyramids of red brick and dualities fall away to rainbows of variety.  Galleries fill with the exhaust of innovation while blanket disclaimers stand unapologetic for the floods.  We are very much on our own.

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The Garden Grows.  Each unit free to be wild within allotted space.  Flashing as an abstract text.. as a set of parameters, as the texture of leaves on tomatoes versus those of eggplant. Whispers of nonsense and the movement of lips to the rhythm.