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After disaster.

Boyer Rickel

Chance governed, our concerns focused onto a single point.

Your argument now with punctuation, commas, dashes, since word as ash, word
as dust blown every which way, coats the streets.

A face containing many other faces—is it no one?

The child, given paper and crayons, drew a series of angels, speculations on the
nature of eternity.

The brain’s economy: one object, one neuron.

Boyer Rickel

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