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Suddenly I had the feeling
that all the events

existed concurrently all around me.

Time became horizontal and circular,

it was also, simultaneously, space. I then tried

to draw it. The fine and splender natures

rise up to heaven, we seem to have come

cross a group of Ascensions, of Assumptions:

they dance, they are dances.

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Alberto Giacometti, 1946

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