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I have dots.
The field goes past me. I never get anywhere.
I do the legs. The hill does the travelling. We have never discussed it.
The tree got a shadow. I did not.
Mine would need a side, and I have been over this. I do not have a side.
Three views of me.
Somebody asked for front, side and back. I sent everything I had.
The light stops when it gets to me.
The grass goes blue, the hill goes blue, the sky goes black. I stay exactly as bright as I was drawn.
I will be in the next field as well.
Facing you.