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Cringer990 Art 42 -

The courier thought of all the notes taped to lampposts, the hands that had lingered on the mural, the mornings when strangers had spoken to one another because they shared a line. That was a kind of rewire. The painter had given him permission to treat words as tools and images as invitations.