Time Has Flown…

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I find it hard to grasp how we can  be a grain of sand– insignificant, and yet important, at the same time. 
That we are scattered like this in fractional millions but can still get in someone’s eye.
How together, we can bury a whole planet, but apart – we can’t even be seen

(-thought from Plucked of Purpose…live art)

Response from the queue going into venue ‘Sydney Dance 2’ – that time can fly when you are banked up against a building, that in sharing our experience of place we can take ourselves somewhere else. How a word can carry us away, how Time lands wing-tired on our shoulder again after we’ve swept ourselves away, focused on flexing our imagination. Returning to a reality in which the line has shrunk.  Sands or not, we buried Time.

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