Space is the pedestrian's impression of any country. Any place reinvented as a space. A road way, a path, a metier or a loose wind on a dark night. It is the sound of silence in a corridor of plenty where games are turned and dance becomes the final arbiter of choice. The streets are filled with movement and everywhere the expectation of habitation to begin.

In the play Amy didn't want to be anybody; so she managed the curtain. Sharon wanted to be Amy. But Sam wouldn't let anybody be anybody else - he said it was wrong."All right," Steve said, "I'll be me, but I don't like it." So Amy was Amy, and we didn't have the play.And sharon cried. - W. Stafford

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