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its not a letter. is it empty. is it. thin or solid. are there small pores for air to travel through. can those holes. dust accumulates. the invisibility of a substance, its emptiness. through another emptiness, 'the fine dust of words' to accumulate emptiness, to sweep nothingness into a pile. to wash the nothingness off my feet after a long walk. emptiness is water soluble. waves of what, of nothingness? of emptiness? carrying along what. a separate nothing? but i feel what they bring me, it is not a number. it is on the other side of the emptiness, less than it. the sun shares its emptiness with me, to be held by an invisibility, a nothing. to bath, to gaze, to watch. she walked over to it, barefoot. the slate and moss wet, glinting white. a pebble edge lapping, shooing the nothing particles to sleep. her foot beneath an edge of nothing, cold black emptiness. on its surface, a flat circle, undulating, rippling from invisible changes. glowing, holding its shape, its own gravity and mass. its changes even more invisible, even emptier.

  • lightness, morning, thin glass, teapot

buzz words

  • crush
  • kernal
  • live
  • silly
  • dust
  • glass
  • peach

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  • https://www.figma.com/file/Xef4kmIxogsTZfjvm8ayJK/cavern?node-id=0%3A1

research

  • medieval/baroque garb
  • craftsman workware
  • pleats, ruffles

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