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  • Someone's vision in stone has a presence doesn't it? To carve lace from stone takes some kind of faith and dedication to ideals, which is uncharacteristic in this time. On a spring night in the full moon, the courtyard of the Abbey is hushed. Empty of tourist crowds, the buskers are packed and leaving. The drunks are going home, pausing to briefly chat with me, "China is the best civilisation in the World!" one declares to me expansively. I'm a kook magnet, sitting there on a lonely bench, watching the preparations for the fall of night.
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