"....what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey...," Italo Calvino wrote in Invisible Cities.

it is a hot day............. the walls of the gallery........ only a computer could fathom......... and the deer and the buffalo play ............... always a hot day in Arizona........ and then I'd wish for.................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored tiles............... a glass of champagne.............................. under the bourgainvilla........ .............. ................................................... .................................................................. ............................................................. ......................................................... ............................................................. ..........................................................

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