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How the only way to see the wind is to witness what objects to it—what it can or cannot say. Though isn’t this all in the eye of the observer: it’s yes, it’s no, it’s some degree of maybe. Watch the shredded ends of each prayer flag be lifted be sifted be skittered to the plane edge of places to the rising foundation of places to be either struck there by other debris rising and falling in this wind leaf sideways pasted sheet flip knitting always makes me think it’s a creature being chased. mouse. mole. ground squirrel. something bound to be small. ...