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                                                    “...In the beginning there was the end. Also, there was a box (which was the end) and in it was the beginning. 
                                                     Shooting off in every direction inward, there were ribbons of faith. I watch the old woman in her house. 
The walls are wooden, soft with the afternoon’s rain. 
The old woman bakes bread and rolls and rolls 
and rolls away.  She is made of light, which is 
yellow. At the beginning, there was a box. 
The box was a circle 
and a square, 
you know how it goes...”