OK, here we go, taking a running jump into northeast Wolffland, off the little overhang of today into the clear abyss, scribbling in geometry (of a sort), body, buildings and cosmos (not drawn in-you'll have to imagine it flourished across the sky, squeezing through the brickwork (also not drawn in) and dancing on the the court lines) on the down glide, down fly, falling, falling, not yet landed---see you there...
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