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51 . . . Stopped against a current in midair, the gulls while lifting rotate in place, turn as though the world turned for them, and drift off: That we could shift direction so gracefully. Is there no backtracking hypocrisy to flight, is it possible to lie to wind? Ancient Egyptians at death weighed life in a balance against the feather of truth. That feather, in truth . . . ...

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