Tag Archives: Boundaries

FROM THE CENTRIFUGE TO THE HORN-TOOTING JINGLE

Taking refuge in the centrifuge. To submit to be thus whirled out of center, out into the world, to mix and mingle, just as a house to maintain warmth needs both its inner hearth and outer layer of shingles. . … Continue reading

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