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The Clever maid leaps. Without question and without thought. 
She is that young. 

She falls through a spinning Wheel,
itself a rotating Ring,
itself a pivoting Shaft,
itself a Hinge, 
concealing within - the infinitely small, secret, unmoving, central Point, 
as abstract and unreal as geometry.

 

And that place is Green.

 

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Clever’s Road - 23: GB0076