Finally, the vowel opens so wide it is absorbed into the ground, like water. And you wonder if water is a kind of language, and you wonder who is speaking to it, and who listens to it, and who understands it. Or air, is air a language? And what if you fall, or if you die, or if you keep moving on... are you a language? And who is listening to you?
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