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We start with a verbal painting. There is nowhere that cannot be seen, nowhere that cannot be heard within the confines of a single stroke of the pen. The strength of words ties the elements together, like the basic forces, strong and weak, that binds the atom, beyond all odds, against the will of time.

There is a sea. It is rippled, like origami that has been folded and unfolded thousands of times. In my mind, I can see it, folded into a crane now, a boat then, and maybe a motorcycle in the distant future.