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56 A Continual Effort And if we stopped our improving and left everything as is? Unhelped, the desert could return to its scarcity basis. Landslide of papers, slivers of straw and glass, a toppled lamp. Don’t disturb the evidence. Leave everything as is. When God looked at all that had been done he said, “I’m spent. My imagination’s drained. This is how it finishes.” In the clamor of choices, nothing had seemed good and sufficient. He’d slumped and sighed and said, “Leave everything as is.” When you send back silence, or answer, instead, a question unasked, it’s your quiet or question then that is. What if we stopped taking photographs at Christmas? Would we really not remember if we hadn’t any images? Here I go again, knee-deep through the leaves, knowing full well now, and with what regularity, everything changes. ...

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