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Lying on this floor reading together in sunny squares of golden light, in lighting squares of golden sun, we get distracted by faster ways to bliss. A perfect state, a lock and key, one part fits in another, all sorts of words we read are related to this: pediculate, your little foot; leminscate, a curve like the figure; maniple, having been held in your hand, root unknown. Manifest, manifold, apple, gravida. Those words float up from the water ball of knowledge and communal memory, a word that says we are locked in the frames of animals, and to each other we read the intuitive sources of complimentary appendages and will continue this way in the golden structures of bond, wave, turn, suppose, return, body.