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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
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Houseboat
It’s going on all the time, second by nanosecond under our very eyes, but only when there are big enough bundles of accumulated moments along a timeline do we sheaf them together and call it change. After months away, I revisit holiday haunts, accustomizing, noting absences, novelties,…
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