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| Looking out towards the audience she speaks: “And now I will count to twelve” Now we will count to twelve And we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let's not speak in any language; let's stop for one second, and not move our arms so much." |
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| Over the hill that hovers over this scene, another creature appears. She descends, falling, with gravity, down the hill On discovering the, and the flimsiness of the cloth which defines it, she taunts the running creatures, by pulling at their lanes. One by one, she trips them up, destroying in one quick gesture, all that was concrete in their experience. She retreats up the hill, holding fast the middle of four lanes of fabric which fan out below her as she draws them up the hill. |