Monday 4/24/2006 09:35:00 PM

Open.

Always and never closed.

The sky. The ocean. The moon tethered to both, but without allegiance from either.

Open. Always and never alone.

Triangles. Squares. The circle watches not knowing where its edges are. No corners. No intersections. No visible means of entry or exit.

I am Open.

Always.

And never.

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