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33 All image is impossible. The road personified becomes the night. When archers gather in the city they are husks of seed, their stillness only a symbol, and the deep world is a lie. Our moss steps and our hid-song, too. The circle drawn of necessity, and at the gesture’s heart a sound to imagine. The river joins the ocean but not to change it. ORGANIZATION IS ALSO A MAKING ...

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