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Surfaces

Ships sail on the surface between sky and ocean, water and air. People toil and play, live and die on the surface between sky and globe, air and earth. These two surfaces meet in a curving line under the sun, and when the world turns over, under the moon. At points along this line, across the dimension of time, pairs of eyes employ binocular vision to gauge distance. Eyes on the shore see a ships departing, getting smaller, and disappearing under the earth's curvature, and then, empty sea. Two eyes on the ship see two eyes looking back, and the wave of a handkerchief, then, a dot, as people turn to ants under the sun and moon toiling, playing, and sometimes waiting.

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Date: 5/3/2025 12:07:00 PM
"...sail on the surface...waiting..."...... goodt one.......len
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David Crandall
Date: 5/3/2025 2:21:00 PM
Thanks len!

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