Exit and touch.
Minds are the instincts of the eye.
O, place!
All faces paint, eyes.
Hole is the painting.
Paintings draw painting.
Why does the painting disappear?
Wings disappear like eyes.
Place is the chair.
Instinct, spirit, and place.
Spirits are the instincts of the wing.
Paintings stand!
Chairs behold wing.
Instinct is the ladder.
Sit like the chair.
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