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sphere is the distance blue goes


we found blue, a piece of plastic garbage not uncommon to the shoreline. we imbued it in new life, and passed it across the town, careful to crouch and bow and reach it into importance. we forgot to take it with us when we left Iceland. what we did take away is the result of the intermingling, balance, antagonism and play between everything it interacted with. it became the arrangement of all the parts, and not just the parts themselves. a solitary and solidary blue, which let us see the moods, the melancholies, and thoughtful delights of that place.

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