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At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl.
She is standingm near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went
and look her in eyes and she turned me into sand. This clumsy form
that i despire scattered easy in her hand. And it came to rest upon a
beach, with a million others there. We sat and watied for the sea to
stretch out so that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue,
into the horror of truth.
Bright Eyes " The Center Of The World"