From the trees the leaves came down until we joined hands with a wand and that act enabled them somehow then to reach the ground where they scuttered round our feet urging the latter to unite with a baton as if that act together with the hands can clasp a dowsing-stick cut from the same branch from which we launched converging on gravity's purge-point at which point we merged to remove all consonants from our star-maps. The infinite consists of vowels alone.
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