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smoothly you slide out of stones and leave yourself there you have forgotten yourself a ring of warm lamplight sand, water, filthy glass air hot under a tungsten filament sand, water, a stick on the glass the tungsten subtly swells like a wound a glassed-in, smooth-worn stick sand strewn around

everyday anew we have to answer the questions addressed by art with our own lives – Михаи́л Миха́йлович Бахти́н

We, the hereditary chiefs and heads of the tribes of the Northern parts of New Zealand, being assembled at Waitangi, in the Bay of Islands, on this 28th day of October, 1835, declare the Independence of our country, which is hereby constituted and declared to be an Independent State, under