When the aim is to feel wholeness itself. She laid her hand on
the deeply furrowed bark, groping for the area of darkest
color. The trunks would be painted with a palette.
Solids would develop from the center outward. Avoiding any kind
of line. The body pressed against the trunk until she were
certain of being extinguished by the darkness. One achieves
a concealed drawing. Which is most like night.
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