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A coyote or a flicker's call is transfixed at the moment before it dissemination across the field, a sediment of, instead of the trace of feeling, the ratio of people to the space. I pass through blue focal planes, a scene of desire. |
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A coyote or a flicker's call is transfixed at the moment before it dissemination across the field, a sediment of, instead of the trace of feeling, the ratio of people to the space. I pass through blue focal planes, a scene of desire. |