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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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is that song actually character-coded or is your brain a character-shaped hammer looking for lyrics to nail down somewhere
At The Window, Ilya Pyankov, b.1972.
Still-life with tea caddy, 1943 by Jan Bogaerts (Dutch, 1878–1962)
“I fall, more and more, Into my own silences.”
— Theodore Roethke, from “Old Lady’s Winter Words”, The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
The exposed neck: from the accessory nerve (emerging) to the vocal fold. © Mosby/McMinn
“There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.”
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Veins.
Critique of Separation (1961, dir. Guy Debord)
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