This is the hand that caresses the cat, the dog, the thinking and the
being, Moira and her maker and sets them loose, that is caressed by
them, permanently in the beyond of impermanence, the hand a point in
topogony and chronogony, their expanse, a hand in cosmos and of cosmos,
a cosmetic hand, coming from yes and giving yes back, moving.
Vasilis Papageorgiou
chromata 
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