Composed from restlessness, without a natural position to speak of, or from any discrete habitat besides this late hour where sleep is only dreamt, I will recall habits that some dwell on as traditions — adaptations placed beyond the ritual of changing mere individual properties — nearer to wall-to-wall informalities acquired as traveling reenactments — bearings accustomed to boundless flight: from my perspective,
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