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New routes and dust ..

a large empty space has appeared in the centre of the church. The floor is a carpet of dust pulling the sound beneath it like a quietening sheet. New lines are revealed, all leading to the edge..

I try to resist the urge to skip around it, but may not..

dust collects on the soles of my feet…a new field today.

I am able to walk in a wider circle. Labyrinths, crop circles..tracings..

My feet become cold. I think of ice, ice shoes, ice in churches, and watching Marina Abramovic’s seated performance amongst ice blocks and snakes..

quiet boundaries, holding breath.

and in comes a fly..just me and a fly.


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