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like a dowsing rod which acts in reciprocity with the dowser, attention to sensitivity provides the path to underground water;

In the garden i sit by a small table i have momentarily claimed as my own. Under the corner of overgrown vines i find a box of miscellaneous film documents, story boards, completed cross words, correspondence all adorned with my godmothers handwriting, bound for the winter fire pit. I have all the time in the world(for now)and an affinity to her handwriting. Neglected after having served their most vital purpose, they sit at an awkward stand still between obsolete archive and potential-fire-pit-fuel. my attention alters their availability; what is seen cannot be fully restored to neglect. i let the handling occur like dowsing, guiding the groundflow of these

flashcards for a psuedo-psuedoscience
flashcards for a latent history
flashcards for a disparate mimicry
flashcards for a redeeming memory

(been thinking a lot about things;
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