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Lines
He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.
Many ways to draw lines. Harold had a purple crayon. A girl I knew avoided eye contact, the best mime. She built invisible boxes around us all.
With enough erasers the wall of China could be rubbed to dust: "This is China," read the bricks, but only from space. Say astronauts, "Ah! so that is China."
A pipe is a pipe is not a pipe, yet Peter Pan sewed his shadow on again with a sentence long as Cain's.