I want you to open your eyes and see a painting coming at you off the wall. Its bottom
corners would be its legs. Arms would grow from its sides. It wouldn’t even have to speak
just sit there beside you. Your left legs would be crossed over your right knees. You
would pass the time in your comfortable chairs with hands linked behind your heads. You
would watch the seagulls in the still twilit sky, just touched by the first rays of the
rising sun.

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