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#*Round,  wavewashed rocks strewn upon a beach of sand Becoming strong, granite cliffs rising above an ever rolling sea of tall grass, borne on wide-open prairie drawing towards itself eagles of all kinds and ocean-bound egrets, their bellies filled, with fish the windborne silts  of distant lands, finding refuge in the crags filling in the years, of ancient definition and throughout aeons, of forming and unforming within the wild brutal winds:  grinding, pulverizing granite, back down to pebble majestic prairie, back in to sand.. and then, back down  into windblown silt now circling around the feet of a child, (one that pokes at dead things  with a stick) But within the silt, are the pebbles and so, down on her knees  she forms a pile with her hands.. an ancient burial mound, stands up, and with a clap of her little hands, wipes a millenia of dust away stick, tucked under arm-- she walks away: as silt-covered pebble, become  once again Round,  wavewashed rocks strewn upon a beach of sand Becoming strong, granite cliffs rising above an ever rolling sea of tall grass, borne on wide-open prairie Drawing towards itself eagles of all kinds and ocean-bound egrets, their bellies filled, with fish (the wind borne silts  of distant lands, finding refuge in the crags filling in the years, of ancient definition....)* #
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
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#*Round,  wavewashed rocks strewn upon a beach of sand Becoming strong, granite cliffs rising above an ever rolling sea of tall grass, borne on wide-open prairie drawing towards itself eagles of all kinds and ocean-bound egrets, their bellies filled, with fish the windborne silts  of distant lands, finding refuge in the crags filling in the years, of ancient definition and throughout aeons, of forming and unforming within the wild brutal winds:  grinding, pulverizing granite, back down to pebble majestic prairie, back in to sand.. and then, back down  into windblown silt now circling around the feet of a child, (one that pokes at dead things  with a stick) But within the silt, are the pebbles and so, down on her knees  she forms a pile with her hands.. an ancient burial mound, stands up, and with a clap of her little hands, wipes a millenia of dust away stick, tucked under arm-- she walks away: as silt-covered pebble, become  once again Round,  wavewashed rocks strewn upon a beach of sand Becoming strong, granite cliffs rising above an ever rolling sea of tall grass, borne on wide-open prairie Drawing towards itself eagles of all kinds and ocean-bound egrets, their bellies filled, with fish (the wind borne silts  of distant lands, finding refuge in the crags filling in the years, of ancient definition....)* #
'Dither is an intentionally applied form of noise used to randomize quantization error, preventing large-scale patterns such as color banding in images. Dither is routinely used in processing of both digital audio and video data, and is often one of the last stages of mastering audio to a CD.' become an airborne offset, my beautiful-- step off the edge and fly https://youtu.be/gGiCtQSwGPQ Love, Paul xox
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
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