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Perhaps it was not so much the gutter ^as the long past which teemed with human genius.

//from dimensions that I was used to thinking of as mine. So wide, so long, so thick, with certain traits thrown in, but always through the refractions of other peoples eyes. But now that description was no longer binding, and there was crossed out: no ^nothing to limit ones transcending.