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Lying on his back in a field.  His gaze remains steady until he sees them-

worms crawling across the sky.  He sweeps them away with his lashes.  

They crawl back into view.


In a circle above the chasm, twelve silhouettes grasp hands, bend knees, and jump.

Freeze, spin the image, 

watch them dance.


A mustard-stained apron on a freshly swiffed floor.

Chairs, legs up on the table.  She leans over and flips the sign.


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