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geometry of love

30 degrees in the morning’s cuckoo clock and we were ten years younger, reliving a day when a diary entry had us in a furore, each of us, bisecting, intersecting, making the author flush in anger, enraged that the nose … Continue reading

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Hour-glass Figures

Half a look at the cuckoo clock as it oozes time minutely and masterfully and pushes me forward, unwilling as i am, through vents, holes and sliding through pipes winding, i try desperately to structure time into blocks and boxes … Continue reading

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